As my last wish

As my last wish,
I asked my friend to destroy my writings,
but he didn't follow my wish.
I am more famous than ever,
the idol of all strange people.
And I only wrote about the world as
I saw it,
strange and frightening.
But I wasn't alone.
That was a surprise.

A poet's note. Franz Kafka is one of the most famous writers.

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