I want to be remembered.
And I want to be heard.
As the girl who enjoyed life,
Faced problems without a strife.
I want the echo of my laugh to spread through.
In the hearts of the people I have loved so.
I want my smile to be remembered.
Not with moist eyes but a heart that will surrender.
I want my eyes to still speak volumes.
To tell that I love you all and won't be exhumed by fumes.
My silence may don the air.
It will show you the right way.
That you better sit up and take notice.
That the world is beautiful and life is like a limerick.
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