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And blown away into oblivion !

With your birth, your death was confirmed!
Your journey was from birth to death!
It was your journey :
it's your beginning,
And then yes indeed; It's your end.
You gained nothing,
You lost nothing,
You lived and you died.
So why do they cry ???
The selfishness that they had you among them,
Now you are gone,
They have to work hard to fill the gap - that was you!
Once the gap is filled you are gone, 
you then are a painful lingering memory for some time : 
after that, you are gone, gone forever -
lost to oblivion ....... rather into the eternal eternity!
So, after all, you were not the you,
that you, perceived and prides to be you!
You were only and only; their creation,
their perception, their dream, they are this
and their that, the filler of the many a gap of their's, 
in the fictitious world of theirs!
Your end hurt them with a gaping hole, 
that you made in the fabric of their existence - 
so were you just a creation or imagination of theirs?
Well then, Were you just a nobody,
but just a figment of somebody's imagination?
Then was all the drama and ego trips really worthwhile?
Was all the emotions sentiments feelings et all,
all but nothing ....simply in vain?
Were you just a stupid dream that just ended on a pyre-
to burn to ashes, And blown away into oblivion!
Yes! Alas, just a handful of ash blown into eternal oblivion indeed!

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