Oct 2017
You know the one thing we are guaranteed in life is our death
How ironic
There's no running from it
Or hiding from it
Or bargaining with it
Just when it's your time
It's your time
How ironic
There's no running from it
Or hiding from it
Or bargaining with it
Just when it's your time
It's your time
I wonder when will it be mine
(23/F/Birmingham, Alabama)
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