And when I pass
Don't you dare come to my funeral.
Don't you dare throw flowers and cry,
nor whisper prayers on my grave.
Because your the one who killed me
and now I'm laying 6 feet underground.
Wondering if I will ever rest in peace.
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PoetryMaybe I'm insane, but aren't we all a bit. Here's a look inside my crazy mind. My hopes, my fears, my problems all out there for you to see. It's not all pretty and it's not all nice, but it's the truth. I won't blame society for these things, becau...
