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*I watch myself Dig my own grave, Out by the place We muttered over broken glass, Near the rock coated in ash.             *Will you be here tomorrow             When I'm not?             Will you be here tomorrow             When I've gone?             Will you be here tomorrow             Mourning, or moved on?* I see myself whisper Goodbyes To the still trees and the riverbank, I am inaudible when it matters, As I always was. I wonder if anyone will hear the shot, Or if in death, like life, I'll be ignored as well as forgot...*
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Dec 5, 2014
Dec 5, 2014 at 1:26 AM UTC
In Death, Like Life
*I watch myself Dig my own grave, Out by the place We muttered over broken glass, Near the rock coated in ash.             *Will you be here tomorrow             When I'm not?             Will you be here tomorrow             When I've gone?             Will you be here tomorrow             Mourning, or moved on?* I see myself whisper Goodbyes To the still trees and the riverbank, I am inaudible when it matters, As I always was. I wonder if anyone will hear the shot, Or if in death, like life, I'll be ignored as well as forgot...*
#suicide#life#death#goodbye#forgotten#wheredowegonow
WickedHope
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WickedHope
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Dec 5, 2014
Dec 5, 2014 at 1:26 AM UTC
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