What if I died? Would you cry? Would you mourn? Would you continue on with your life, as if I was still alive? Would you be angry with me for passing at such an inconvenient time? Would you be frozen, stuck in one place? Would the memories we shared burn you down? Would you simply be numb, with no feeling left at all? Would you consider death yourself? Would you go through each day for the rest of your life, wondering why I left so soon, what you could have done to save me? Would you attend my funeral, or stay home alone? Would you honor me with music, or defile my death wish by mourning me is the screaming silence? Would you think of nothing more than my rotting flesh beneath the ground, or the soul that was once bound to my body having been freed?
Think about it; the question isn't if, but a matter of when. Someday, I'll die. I will be gone, with no way of reaching me, and you will still have to consider what you would do...
"We're gonna die, it's just a matter of time. Hard times come, good times go."
- Fall Out Boy
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