to be honest *and brief* it such a relief to THINK *gasp!* and have everything sorted out. 3nodding
but since ive finished thinking about things.......
WHAT DO I DO NAUW???????
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I has a poem to share
here it is:
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One by one we bite the dust, kick the bucket, begin to rust. Give up the ghost when your number's up, we all fall down. Ashes to ashes, bones to paste, you'll wither away in your resting place. Eternity in a wooden case, we all fall down.