burn bright, burn fast
i want to go out with a bang.
when i die, my name will be on the front page paper.
there will be no hospital bed,
no whirring machines or antiseptic smells.
those who say that any life is better than no life
obviously haven't thought about what it would be like to be
a vegetable,
laying,
breathing,
just barely existing.
i want more than that
i don't just want to exist.
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