pre-text: death appears to have to exist to juxtapose (big word from jc days that i must be spelling wrongly) life. balance, and you yin- and- yang concept.
muse: pk and bambi and those who left before me.
in the end, it really does not matter.
all the annoying things that you do
all the mean and thoughtless words that you say
all the promises broken over and over again
all the lies you told, white or plain
all the calls you wanted to make and never did
all the things you held back because of your pride
all the finger pointing and blame shifting
all the small issues that you exagerrate
all of these unneccessary routines in life
it really does not matter, when you are dead.
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