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She looked at me
thinking that i was looking at her...
Please get out of my heart,
and close the door on the way out...
So, would you stand at my grave and weep?
Even dream about me when you are asleep...
You possess me, my adorable entity.
taken over me, although you’re not here...
When i die i want to go like my Grandfather..sleeping...peacefully... not screaming and crying like the 3 passengers in his car. |