"And when the day comes, that I disappear without a trace, will you think of me then?
When I no longer appear before your eyes, when you can no longer hear my voice or feel my presence, will you wonder about me then?
When I'm gone, nowhere to be found, will you ask about me?
When nobody else cares, will you look for me?
It's okay, I know you won't."
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Snippets
Short StorySnippets from books I'll never write because I know I can't do them justice.
