Death

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You once asked,
"Where will you bury me?"

And at that moment, I didn't know how to answer it.

No, more like, I don't want to answer it.

I couldn't bear the thought of losing you,

I don't want to lose you.

And I know that someday we're all gonna die.

But please not yet.

Not yet.

I can't.

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