Bury me a man.


Today, I die/died.

So, bury me a man. 

Despite the families wishes, I want everyone to address me as me, and if anyone uses the wrong number they are to be politely escorted for they are at the wrong funeral. 

For whatever toned paper my words are 

May they be wrapped in bloody love notes my friend's will never read

because these aren't my last lines for them and I'm sorry for that 

but I'll keep breathing for you even when you dont want me too 

like, its a lost chance, because most of the time i wannt hold you all so tight they could pull fingerprints from your skin like evidence. So everyone knows where I've been happy. 

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