Take away my tears and lay them upon the sands. Take away my waters and let them flow to the oceans. But, don’t you burn my body. And, don’t you lay me down on a bed of soil underneath the ground. By all accounts, I have lived a life of privilege. And it was only by getting out from within that charmed world that I could see what had been afforded me. I have a debt that I will pay back to this people and this place. I will labor for all my days. And in death, I hope to still carry my weight. This body’s meant for living, so if the whole is gone, then cut this man to pieces so another might live on.
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