100 Years

I used to fantasize

About the idea of living to 100.

The older I get

The more I realize

It would be a curse

The most painful thing.

Watching while your friends and family

Pass away before you.

Outliving them wouldn’t be some milestone

It would be torture.

You’d be alone eventually.

Everyone you know, gone.

I don’t wish this upon myself anymore.

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