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I think I'm dying.
It's funny though,
it doesn't feel so bad,
not like I thought it would.
It's just one of those things that you gotta do.
every now and then y'know, to keep things interesting.
I've done it before too, lots before.
I think I'm getting pretty good at it.
I hide it so well now,
that not even do other people not know
but sometimes I don't realize myself.

I know this time though.
I saw the angel.
I went outside, heavy with heart.
and I can feel myself bleeding inside.
and when I realized I should say goodbye
and chuckled like I always do
when I realize something that I can't do anything about.

I saw her.
She was blue, pretty, pretty blue.
Like the color of your dress.
It's really rather amusing, and sweet
I wouldn't have her any other color.
Nothing could be more beautiful.

I really hopes she looks like you,
For whom I have died.
and for whom I will be again reborn tomorro,
In another attempt to be for you,
Since you I know are for me.

And the angel,
I hope she looks like you,
So that I who has died,
Can have you too
and be happy in whatever it is that we exist
when we cease to exist
Except in memory
of those already deceased.

She was blue,
I saw her come.
Now I must go,
For she is here,
And you never liked to wait.

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