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Denial is the first stage of grief.
I will not die
Why do you keep talking about this
Why do I keep listening to you, as if it mattered
It makes me feel sleepy
I will not die, and if I do I won’t know it
So why should I know it now
When I’m dead, I won’t know anything
And the path there will be fine as long as I keep my eyes closed
I will not die so quit wasting my time
There’s only so much left
I will not die
Today
Unless it’s my time to go
Will you hold my hand?
S.A.M. 1/15/06
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