I would want to be alone. I have been loved well and I love well, those in my life. I would not want to let them pine for me before I was gone, but nor could I bear to witness them in grief. I would want to remember them in everyday life, not with eyes of deep sadness. Yes, I would lay in bed and smile, and remember the wonderful memories we had together. I would not write another thing. Everything I had to say was enough and said already. There would not need to write another thing. Not from me.
And when I passed, they can know I left like every other...without pause
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Pole bachit, a lis chuye.
The field sees, the forest hears
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