choosetolive
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Sometimes I think about who would miss me
if I died tomorrow. Sometimes I wonder if people
would cry or even know who I was and
what I stood for. I wonder
if anyone would care or if I’d just be
So, I had a friend in Middle School. She was perfect.
So damn perfect that it hurt to look at her sometimes.
She was smart, she was funny, she didn’t hole up like a snail when she talked to boys,
If you tell someone you have thought about death,
about hurting yourself in any way, they get freaked out.
I hope I die in the day
To take with me the sunshine
And every glorious ray
What's a more peaceful way to die
Than in a sky lit the purest blue
So you'll know here is where I lie
