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I can't seem to form clear thoughts anymore
Of all the things God does
This one came uncalled for
So, what
will it be like
If I die?
Will you come to my funeral?
Will anyone cry?
I spent all those years wishing to drop
Earth,
swallow me whole
Make it all stop
Now there's just so much I want to say
To all of these people
Who still feel
that way
Because I just had to decide
what song I want them to play
I may never get married
bare children
I
never realized
How soon it could end
Now there's nothing to represent me
Just sad, sad songs and sadder poetry
Probably,
the world will forget me
Because I still had gifts to give
Now the they will never know
Since I've lost the right
to live
Because, the things they put on tombstones,
are the things my life will lack
Mine will say simply,
"180
IQ, yet she couldn't make her own Easy Mac"
I just wonder if they've fallen for
my mock acceptance of the truth
You
know, it really is so complicated
to combine death and youth
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