Whenever I pass by cemeteries,

I get sad.

One day I’ll be underground

Just like everyone else.

What if I don’t want to be like them?

How can I beat the odds?

I can’t. Impossible.

As much as I want to be out of here,

I don’t really mwan it. I just want to be home.

2085 miles away from here.

I want to start living again.

This can’t happen until I get out of my own grave.

It scares me that one day I’ll be cold,

and my eyes closed forever, and it’ll be it.

Is there really a heaven?

Where will I go?

Above, or below?

It confuses me so very much.

Or will I get caught in the middle?

No, that’ll never happen.

Because I’m still there.


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