30 DAYS OF DEEP AND RANDOM QUESTIONS (a series)

DAY 11

"When you die, who do you think will sit at your grave the longest"

To be honest, I don't know. I don't even know it there would be people at my own wake.
I have lived a life that is distant from people, I can't even say if I have friends, I just walk through life without making certain levels of connections. I see my life as being boring, yes I know people but they are more of acquaintances rather than friends.

By the time, to which I don't know when. I think it would be my mom rather than any other person. All I know is that I have lived satisfactory life, to which I feel like I still have nothing to show for.

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