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If I were to die today, I know what people will say "She was this," and "She was that," But, I hope they're as cold as ice because I was nothing but nice to those who i felt derserved to be in my mind forever preserved but to get that high is quite hard for the doors and windows are barred and i'm curious to see as to who you will see crying in a church pew those that shed tears you'll know are lying and the ones who are real will sit there defying what they know there supposed to do simply because i asked them to -the not so dead girl
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Apr 5, 2018
Apr 5, 2018 at 6:49 PM UTC
My Funeral
If I were to die today, I know what people will say "She was this," and "She was that," But, I hope they're as cold as ice because I was nothing but nice to those who i felt derserved to be in my mind forever preserved but to get that high is quite hard for the doors and windows are barred and i'm curious to see as to who you will see crying in a church pew those that shed tears you'll know are lying and the ones who are real will sit there defying what they know there supposed to do simply because i asked them to -the not so dead girl
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Apr 5, 2018
Apr 5, 2018 at 6:49 PM UTC
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