When I die, I want to be buried in a shiny Black coffin. It is dark, classic, moving, and mysterious.
When I die, I want my hair to be as Red as Snow White's Apple. Deep, hypnotizing and dangerous.
When I die, I want my skin to be as White as a Renaissance maiden. Soft, luscious and unearthly.
When I die, I want to be remembered like a memory or a song.
Because to be dead is to be forgotten.
That is what it means to be truly dead.
CS 2016
When I die, I want my hair to be as Red as Snow White's Apple. Deep, hypnotizing and dangerous.
When I die, I want my skin to be as White as a Renaissance maiden. Soft, luscious and unearthly.
When I die, I want to be remembered like a memory or a song.
Because to be dead is to be forgotten.
That is what it means to be truly dead.
CS 2016
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