It's tuesday, tonight is you're funeral. Still something to look forward to my mom told me this morning. I'm going to give a speech about you, you know I don't like speeking in public. But for you I will do everything. tomorrow I'm going to sell our apartment, it's way to big for me on my own. I'm going to move to New York, you always told me to make my wishes come true. So I guess I'm finally doing it. Even thought I wanted to go with you, and not on my own. They are going to burn you, I told them you wanted that. They're gonna drop you on the mount everest, so you're going to be as closely to heaven as is possible (even though I know you're already there). I spend our wedding money on it, I'll hope you don't mind.
(Song: fickle heart by Ira Wolf)
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Frozen lips and broken hearts
NouvellesMy lips were frozen time passed away. I've been thinking about you for hours. Sitting on your bed curled up in your blanket. I still smell your parfume. It makes me think of everything we did, our little our moments. But now you're gone, and my lips...
