I get all dressed up, wearing only black. Friends and family surrounding me. It's an open casket funeral, but it was only when I walked up to look inside that I noticed that the person laying there... was me.
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Babies Born Broken
Poetryliving life through my broken brown eyes eyes perceived through my messy words.
Casket
I get all dressed up, wearing only black. Friends and family surrounding me. It's an open casket funeral, but it was only when I walked up to look inside that I noticed that the person laying there... was me.