How I wish to die,
You always thought it was a lie.
Well here I lay,
This cold windy day.
Dead on the floor,
Screaming no more.
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Are you still laughing? (Book 2)
PoetryBut I always thought you'd come back (All disclaimers in the bar above :))
How I wish to die
How I wish to die,
You always thought it was a lie.
Well here I lay,
This cold windy day.
Dead on the floor,
Screaming no more.