The place where everything thats on my mind is post. My mind is like rubik cube thats to complex for you
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As i find myself in the 6 feet hole. I try to remember what led me here. I try to uncross my arms from what was suppose to be final resting place. I came to far to just lay down.
I know there will be times where i will find comfort in this hole and the day
Will come in a matter of weeks or months when i will be under the mountain of dirt but my purpose to create memories not for me. I am nothing. I do this for those smiles of the strangers. When you speak up you can either make a friend or be the most truthful person in the place. But long after im gone dont be surprise if a hand rises up with the devil horns because we shall rise we shall live we shall riot