when i die,who is to miss me
who is to miss my once faded smiles
who is to miss my voice i once used to sing away the storms.
who is to miss my dark brown eyes...or my smooth butterfly lips
Who is to miss my soft skin...or my rounded hips..
Who is to miss my raven black hair
Who is to miss my gentle laughter that floats through the air..
When I die...Who will miss all of me?
From my head to my soul...
From my heart to my mind..
When I die..I would hope that the ones to miss me..would be the ones I left behind.
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My body is slowly dieng, god i feel like crying, my heart doesnt beat, these eyes wont sleep, these hands are numb, this brain, its done, my tounge cant speak, these legs are week, i feel it no more pain, the blood no longer rushes through these vains, one last breath, thats it nothing left, my soul is free, thats it i found it in me....
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