I just found this under a chair
When my time comes, forget the wrong that I’ve done. Help me leave behind some reason to be missed
Don’t resent me and when you’re feeling empty, keep me in your memory, leave out all the rest
A pen cannot be erased. A rose may die and origami may rip or soak or bend, but pen alone cannot be erased.
It’s hard not to think of the person that left this behind. Did they leave well? Were they happy in the end?
It’s reassuring that these dark thoughts come to so many people.
This room has seen a lot of tortured souls