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Sep 2020
When we die where do we go does any one care or any one know, will it be fast or will it be slow.                                                         I pray it will be fast so the pain won't last, when I,m layed out on my death bed taking my last gasps.                                                 As this old heart starts to palpitate my mouth gets dry and my pupils dilate, my vision clouds over now I can't wait.
Written by
Christopher higgins  52/M/Nottingham
(52/M/Nottingham)   
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     Jonathan and Khoisan
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