When I think of death I think of being in a coffin 6 feet under with just a concrete slab to mark you name. No one remembers you. They morn for weeks and months but they forget. They stop hurting. I know you need to move on but when you do you usually forget.
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"My Diary"
RandomThis is not a day by day diary but it will be close. Mostly depressing stuff,Emo bands, and Kpop groups.
