April 2012
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I think it's odd
I think it’s odd when I go abouts my day and when things go bad or good I think about how they will think about this day when I’m gone… I always think about my funeral about who’ll be there and who’ll cry and who’ll smile? I want people to smile… I just don’t know who’ll be happy? I know I’ll be there… we all get to go to our...
