When I was six years old
I learned about the inevitable
How we walk six feet tall
Then sleep six feet under
For many months I was mourning the loss of those I had yet to lose.
Whether there is a hell or heaven,
There is nothing that awaits me.
My final wish is that I may return
To the center of stars
So I may see the world from several million miles away.
Feb 24, 2021
Feb 24, 2021 at 12:47 AM UTC
When I was six years old
I learned about the inevitable
How we walk six feet tall
Then sleep six feet under
For many months I was mourning the loss of those I had yet to lose.
Whether there is a hell or heaven,
There is nothing that awaits me.
My final wish is that I may return
To the center of stars
So I may see the world from several million miles away.
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