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98. The day I died

The day that I died was beautiful
I admired the way sun rays broke through the clouds
And everything like never in my life became meaningful.
Just because I could fulfill my vows.

The day that I died was an ordinary Monday.
The day that I died was no different than others
But something was special that specific day
Maybe just because it was day like no another.

The day that I died something has changed
Inside me and outside, on the world.
It has for once stopped being so beige
And I started to feel every word.

The day that I died I was happy
For the first time in ages
For I have never be so snappy.
And I finally broke free from a cage.

That day I died.
It was the most important day.
That day I no longer tried
To stay alive.

I am still here.
Even though I have died.
But a part of me is not near me.
And I have tried.

But it didn't work.
Again.