Remember the world is all yours,
Until you die and then it disappears,
Except for others,
And how will they remember what you did,
In relation to the power in your hands?
Will they say, 'She understood no one owns her,
And her life was in her hands.'?
Will they, in retrospect, say you had it right,
That there are no limits to what one can do,
And that you did it in your own way,
Even if it wasn't what you'd planned to do?
And it's alright,
If they chuckle a little bit,
At how your world rubbed up against theirs,
'Cause a life's value's not judged by its conflicts.
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