According to Me
Death is calculated.
According to me.
The weirdest person ever.
Everything just resets anyway.
Like a puffy eyed reset.
Lifting us up.
Forget about what happens.
There’s too many memories balanced on my being.
Nothing bad can happen to someone weird.
If something bad happens…
I guess I am too.
All alone.
It felt like no one would ever die.
When you do something so dangerous without hesitation…
You stop what death is.
Death is,
The weirdest person ever.
Just make him feel awkward in his cloak.
Just make him feel worse.
According to me.
And still he died.
According to them.
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