The Jane Doe

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 If I died today, how many people would show up to my funeral?

Who would be too busy?

Who would actually make the time?


Because they can’t make time while I’m alive?

Can you make the time when I’m dead?

Will you show up for me?


Would you want to talk to me more once I’m gone?

Will I just be forgotten like I already am while I’m here breathing. 


You will no longer have to feel bad for me.

You won’t have to tolerate me anymore. 

You won’t have to feel bad for me. 


I know I’m your charity case. 

You feel sorry for how alone I am.

But if a better plan comes up, I will be the cancelled plan. 

But I’m not the one worth cancelling plans for. 


My birthday will be forgotten.

Since you can’t be bothered to celebrate it when I’m here. 


I will just be an after thought. 

A distant memory you might have. 

Will you remember me when you’re old and talking about your past?


I will just be that girl you once knew. The name you’ve forgotten. 

The Jane Doe to everyone I know. 

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