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you wont die happy. you wont die rich. you wont die together. the reason you dont know exactly how it will be is because no one dead has ever told anyone how it feels. and thats because theres no one to tell when you die. no art shop with trendy alternative postcards to send everyone to tell them exactly whats going on. it will just be a quiet place where the sun is constantly overhead, reminding you that you were right when you told yourself it seemed like the days never ended. you will leave your bed, the ipod, the television, your favorite shirt. bury your body in it if you want. you will not die in your lover's arms because fate is saying fuck that. youre mine now. your soul will go cold because you will have no scarf and no socks. you will not have your cats wrapped around you at night. you will only have the sun and white pavement that it will blair off of.