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Sep 2015
When I die
Throw my dried,
Pressed flowers
All over my casket
Let them lay
With me as I
Lay to rest
Let me be
With the love
I pressed on them
As I slowly
**** them while
Killing myself
Let us be
With the peace
That we had
When we died
Back when
I was 15
And wait
More years
To never be
Burried alive
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