When i go away will you miss me?
When i die and rott away will you come visit me?
You,
that thing i need to find.
when i go will you follow?
will you even look?
There are things undiscoverd unfinnished and unrevealed.
things i have seen
when i lay there in my casket will you stand above me?
when i no longer give you my words, will you seak for me?
will you understand?
how come this is so easy but everything is so hard?
fun is no longer here.
when i leave,
will you follow?
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