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What if the biggest rush in life is taking your last breath Having everything flow through you And out All your memories suddenly start to  play a movie on fast forward with people dancing across the projector of your mind It must be a lovely sight But then afterwords come People all the sudden pretending to know you Said they talked to you They will dress up in pretty black laced dresses and the men will be wearing nice button down shirts with suits It's a nice costume there will be hundreds at your funeral But you will only know a few Funny how people start listing when your dead for many will speak about your jokes as if they found them interesting Study them  for a underlying meaning Missing the pun completely Because once you have gone extinct People start to see you as a specimen rather than a person   And sometimes I am convinced it'll be easier To greet death when you see everyone in your life slowly turn green Including yourself
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Jul 13, 2015
Jul 13, 2015 at 10:17 PM UTC
Withered Flowers
What if the biggest rush in life is taking your last breath Having everything flow through you And out All your memories suddenly start to  play a movie on fast forward with people dancing across the projector of your mind It must be a lovely sight But then afterwords come People all the sudden pretending to know you Said they talked to you They will dress up in pretty black laced dresses and the men will be wearing nice button down shirts with suits It's a nice costume there will be hundreds at your funeral But you will only know a few Funny how people start listing when your dead for many will speak about your jokes as if they found them interesting Study them  for a underlying meaning Missing the pun completely Because once you have gone extinct People start to see you as a specimen rather than a person   And sometimes I am convinced it'll be easier To greet death when you see everyone in your life slowly turn green Including yourself
rylee-galloway
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Jul 13, 2015
Jul 13, 2015 at 10:17 PM UTC
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