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We're not much, we're nothing.
An image of what is "above," simply nothing.
Just flesh and bone, water and blood.
And with one bullet, its all gone.
With one slip of a rope, one incision of a knife.
We are...
We are done.
It's just a fairytale of where we end up after we rot.
So don't you dare put my body in a box,
nor cover me with dirt when I'm gone.
I live for the perfect death. My American dream.
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