Immortality

As long as I can live, 

I'll be able to do my things. 

One thousand years from now, 

will be few days for me. 

As my soul is by itself, 

the lonely I will feel. 

After the world is on me, 

there wont be a thing.

No one will remember.

Immortality in a human body, 

is the worst there could be. 

This poem is about: 
Me

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