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I’ll be happy…


I wake each day until I wake no more, I hope to not have made a lot of sins My time on earth is finite, hear me roar I cannot wipe dire deeds with napkins I wait each day for death to visit me converging me and earth, to make us one hopefully by then my sight is blurry For I don’t want to see death’s face undone. But to be afraid is not an option So I shall live as if I have no fear Saying goodbye, adios to tension Even if I’m sent to hell, let it sear. And if my life is lived with no regrets Then I’ll be content to leave my assets
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tpalyon
just expressing how i feel about the day i die...

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