I’ve been excited for the future,
Ever since I lived my life to it’s entirety.
Ready to die, I wouldn’t say so.
But if the speed takes me there-
Then I will not need a suture.
The day where I stare my demons of death down,
Is the day where I will exhale my lies.
Not that I haven’t tried,
But I’m not ready to see myself in a white gown-
Covered in my own blood.
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	Markthetabor (
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