and write them down.
Take the paper,
and pass it around.
Spread the word,
of what you found.
Realize your happy,
while I'm not around.
Staple this scratch,
and attach it to the scribble.
Make my love ache,
with hate just a little.
Make smiles with lies
and seal them in the middle.
These truths decay
with each gray day.
Life, Passing away.
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