sábado, 16 de fevereiro de 2013

there is no if
just this

and this is where i go
this is where i leave
this is where living is no longer available

do not stand at my grave and weep
my body won't hear, i won't breathe

wish me luck, i want to hold my mother
but mostly i want to become a dead body
most of all i wanted to be with him
but i couldn't
and there i leave


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