They die... They all do... Every day... One by one... And I will... And they will put me into the black cold ground... And they will cry... And they will meet once a year and share the memories about me, but most of them won't even remember my face... And then some of them will die... They all will... Every day... One by one...
It's funny, but I really think you are the only one who writes something for me, and may be even reads.. =) And I will move it to the "Prose", thank you for the advice. =)
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