death.

in this world, there are 2 types of people. the dead and the living, in this world your supposed to be living, in this world there are rules that are cruel. but since we are the living, we have to abide by that.

but I was none of that, you could say I was both. I remember all of it. I remember each face.

yes, I might of died this time, but there's always the next.

after all, I was always a brat and troublemaker. funny how this time, oh this time was different.

this time, I wasn't on earth.

but still, familiar faces.