I could already imagine my funeral
Exactly the opposite of what i would've wanted it to be
Full of people weeping instead of people laughing
Full of people praying instead of people eating
Full of sad classical music instead of the upbeat tunes i liked
Full of what if's and if only's instead of accepting my death
Don't they understand
That my memories will still live on?
Don't they understand
That though i'm dead, i'll never be truly gone?
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poems from a lonely girl
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