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Will these pages still be here when i pass?

or will they burn and turn to ash?

will the ink disappear? an empty book whole,

when to the next world i go with my soul,

hollow again alone thinking of one,

dreaming of two, but waking up none,

arm stretches out, cold empty space,

turn towards it, fresh memory of her face,

can't say i'll feel like this to death,

cause i meant it when you took my breath,

only the dead can see her, hair slicked with gel,

ghostly apparitions conversate with angels,

i'll never let on i feel the way i do,

rip happy out of the dictionary, and blame it on you,

but blame i can't, it's no ones fault,

all my anger suddenly comes to a sudden halt.