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Sep 2020
It's okay, I'm dead
There is nothing you can do
Living was alright...
But death was overdue

So say your unsaid thoughts
To the corpse you hardly knew
Maybe bid a nice farewell
To my smile stitched askew

You can say you will remember
We both know this isn't true
All that I could really try
Is to forever haunt you
Death is the great equalizer, if I don't currently haunt your dreams maybe when I shuffle off my mortal coil I can turn into a sick *** ghost and stuff
Initial J
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