If I die,
then I'll have done some thing.
I crawled across
a desert of mud baked black, until
I wore out and cracked. Like
everything.
When I die
I want to take myself. But I know
you can't take it with you, when you go
you're gone as well. Whenever
I die.
I always
do some thing.
To mark the occasion
in special ways, for any one
who has marked my days,
I
die.
Like we always do.
There's a reason why
we came here, and dying
is always the thing
that makes it true. So while
I die,
please don't
forget something.
I know you're going to any way, I
just had
to throw in a plea
to make this ring.
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