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What I've learned


I learned to live in the box called life And in that box are other boxes Family School Work Social Relationships Spending my whole life in a box Then I think of death There's no way I want to spend the rest in a box in the ground I rather be cremated Out some full things in my will Splash some ashes in someone's face from my past Divide me up to be shared What's ever left do a few things Out me in a bottle with a note Saying call this # tell them how far I've gone Send a picture and put $ in the bottle and send me off to sea At the end when the bottle is filled send me home And hope my family can enjoy nice people's photos with me The rest spread into the wind I don't care if I don't get far What I've learned Is to enjoy ever second And see life the way I want to see it And live outside the boxes they put me in
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