I'll go down swinging, one way or the other. Or an overdose. Or a self-destructive accident of some kind. Frankly, a peaceful death isn't for me. I want it to hurt, I want it to be a ****ing event people witness and remember for better and/or worse.
No preference on music played at my deathbed/funeral. I'm dead, far as I'm concerned it don't matter.
Notebook... hmmmm... well, not so much a notebook. One of these days I'll get around to starting a band and get up to some crazy **** on the road. That'll be my notebook, the songs.
Don't care about photos/videos of me after I'm dead.
Definitely would confront my family about some things. Definitely would apologize for some things. If I could find my dad I'd call him out on being a piece of **** and probably punch him.
I don't own anything valuable. I would want my dog to go to good hands, though. I'm sure my family would be able to take her in though so she'd be set.
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I spit bullets in my feet
Every time I speak
So I write instead
And still people want me dead
~msc
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