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I picture my funeral, people dressed in black, which cut loose the rope, tightening my neck. I have questions i can't answear while i am still alive, like would she shread a tear if i really die? i have things that hunt me while i sleep, i have one enourmus problem, my life is hard to keep. tonight i'll picture my funeral, and people dressed in black, as i tighten the rope, and put it around my neck.
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Jan 2, 2015
Jan 2, 2015 at 7:58 AM UTC
My funeral
I picture my funeral, people dressed in black, which cut loose the rope, tightening my neck. I have questions i can't answear while i am still alive, like would she shread a tear if i really die? i have things that hunt me while i sleep, i have one enourmus problem, my life is hard to keep. tonight i'll picture my funeral, and people dressed in black, as i tighten the rope, and put it around my neck.
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Jan 2, 2015
Jan 2, 2015 at 7:58 AM UTC
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