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Dress sexy at my funeral

I want everyone to miss me when i die

I want all the girls to dress inappropriately sexy at my funeral

And throw themseleves over my coffin, clawing at the box

Wouldn’t really work if i’m in an urn

I sometimes think about who would be most hurt, who would cry, and be sad, who would cry but feel fine afterwards

When heidi died dan was already over her, they’d broken up two years ago.

When an ex dies, it must just feel like the past is over, and like the past is a foriegn country and all that, you move on.

I want to die just so i dont have to write shitty poetry to keep on living

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