Proudly Dead
The day it happened came rather fast,
I wasn’t proudly dead.
The things I knew and learned in the past,
Soon to be proudly dead.
I thought my world would fall apart,
Scared to be proudly dead.
One person came in to mend my heart,
Then I was proudly dead.
I then felt like I had enough,
Didn’t like being proudly dead.
My friends told me it would be tough,
I would try being proudly dead.
In this life you never learn how to live,
I still was proudly dead.
Now my life to Him I give,
I am proudly dead.
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