ahah, I bet this is even cornyer.
when I die I want to be cremated, and I want my ashes spread on the bridge of my hometown.
(under the brider is a running river)
I want petals of a white rose mixed in with my ashes.
Idk, I love my hometown, even if it is small. I've grown up here my whole life. In the end when I die I want to be right back where I started.
drifting away with the water.
-cornyyyyyy-
Prisoners of Society- An Alternative Music Guild
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