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Feb 2014
I've been thinking a lot about death lately.
What happens,
where you go.

I believe that we don't go to a magical place
with a mysterious creator.
We don't go to a place with fire everywhere
with a terrible ruler.

Where we go?
I don't know.

I realized that I will die,
that something will **** me.

I'm going to die.

It really sunk in and I just keep thinking
I'mgoingtodie.I'mgoingtodie.I'mgoingtodie.
I don't know when,
how,
or where the hell I'm going to go,
and it scares me.

I'm scared.
Skai
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Skai  New Orleans
(New Orleans)   
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