Awhile ago I was homeless. I thought there was no escape. I accepted it.
when i die
spread my ashes across the seven seas
and promise that youll remember me always
for the good times but especially the bad,
and for those who i never met,
the good times we coulda had…
im a loser, im good at that
but im the type to play just so i don’t get fat
what is this world but someone elses game?
what are we but utterly insane?
So dance with me in the rain,
forget the pain but cherish it’s lessons
grow old and love it’s many blessings
and when the fish in the oceans
come upon my ashes to eat
my cycle of life will have been complete
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