I called my friend. Asked her which one she was going to; the visitation on Monday night or the Funeral on Tuesday morning.
We decided to go to the funeral.
Not because we knew you at all, we didn't, but because we talk to your mom so often.
She's a really kind person.
I hope she stays here; she's the best librarian I've ever met.
But I wouldn't blame her if she left.
Today I want to tell you that I won't be there when you're buried.
I lied yesterday. Decided not to.
Why?
Because a sick feeling in my gut told me not to.
Don't go, Don't go, don't go.
This isn't the first time I've listened to the voices in my head.
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Now You Know Me.
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