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death is a fickle being, it takes those who don't want to die and leaves those who don't want to live... a good friend of mine lost his grandfather... i went to the funeral mass tonight... i couldnt help but think our days on earth are numbered however cliche that may be... but i joke around that i'm going to live forever... but only my memory if that... maybe i'll make an impression on someone... i know there have been people who have an impression on me... robbie being one of them... he's always excepted me for who i am (i can't believe we've lost touch)... then there's harley who was and still is my rock... then there is maria, midea and jenna, those girls always make my day and make me smile... and of course there's my family... what can i say about my mom... she's a one of a kind... my dad and grandfather are two peas in a pod... and my sisters are well... my little sister jackie is trying to be my "mini me"... victoria's only worry is if there's food in heaven (she went to the funeral with me)... and bella... what can i say about bella... if you've met her... you already know... someone wise once said "people come and go in our lives, but only a special few leave footprints"... i want to leave footprints... nice mushy, muddy ones... i'm starting to live...
dear death,
it's not my time, so back off
the hero dies in this one
now i remember why i loved the ataris, but not why i stopped listening to them... meh, it doesn't matter now, i've rediscovered them... and that's all that matters
dear death,
it's not my time, so back off
the hero dies in this one
now i remember why i loved the ataris, but not why i stopped listening to them... meh, it doesn't matter now, i've rediscovered them... and that's all that matters