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My will

(Age of 16)

Burn my body to ashes
As if it has never touched the grounds of the Earth

Throw me into the sea,
Let the wind blow my remains away
Just clear the evidence of my physical existence off of this planet

But don't tear my drawings apart
Don't burn my poems
Let my art be the proof of my purpose if I ever had one
Let it be the reminder that I was once here,
That I left something behind

I want this, since it's the only way I can show my true self without giving away who I really was

They will see what they want to see in my art
while my secrets will be safe in plain sight, hidden in the lines

And in all their minds I will be a different person
Not the same twice
Always someone else
But never who I truly was

My footprints will have faded away long ago
The ones that met me won't be alive anymore
But my art
It will stay

Please make my art stay

3. July 2019