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Tuesday, December 4, 2012

Epitaph



I was Born not so long,
Eager to grow up all along.
lived a life worth living,
Look! here I am now lying.
In a casket full of roses,
People full of remorse's.
The smell of my own death,
Remembering my last breath.
To be buried in the ground,
Is to sleep forever safe and sound

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