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By the time you read this, I will already be dead |
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Do not reply to this, it is only to be read |
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By the time you read this, I will already be dead |
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Do not reply to this, but notify my next of kin |
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Self administrate your estate, |
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Pick up the pieces and give them away |
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Let them take all the things they want and dispose of yourself |
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Photos and notes go into the sink |
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Under all the hot water the faucet could give |
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Now my dreams are just running ink |
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Going down the drain |
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By the time you read this, I will already be gone |
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Do not reply to this, but realize what you have done |
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By the time you read this, it will already be true |
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Do not reply to this, but realize what you made me do |
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Oh, oh |
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By the time you read this, I will have gone the way good men go |
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When they go bad, where they go bad |
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By the time you read this, I will have gone to the place where good men go |
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Where they go wrong, when they go wrong |
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By the time you read this, I will already have been changed |
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Do not reply to this, after I've experienced maximum pain |
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No longer good to anyone, and never would be again |
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Know that I spent my final days, endlessly tying the endless loose ends |
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One last look around the place, with sun shining into empty room |
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For the final time I close the door that will open for someone new |
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The only change I make before I leave, is in the bedroom of my dreams |
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Where I covered the walls in deep blue paint, rather than my blood and my brains |
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By the time you read this, I will already be dead |
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Do not reply to this, it is only to be read |
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By the time you read this, I will already be dead |