in the event of my untimely death
You will find most of My creative aspirations Inside this god forsaken Utility-based app. Please Do what you will with them. I’ll be dead. So it won’t matter To me anymore That I’m cringe. Maybe you’ll find The need to throw Them away, virtually Of course, in fact Because of how cringe They are. I forgive you. But, I will haunt you. My toxic trait Is believing so much More in myself Posthumously Than I ever did Alive.
return to the locker