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I wish I'd spent
more money.
that's what i'll
think as i die.

laying, sitting,
maybe, gasping
for air
who cares how
i die? it's what
happens before
and after.

it won't matter
how i'm dying,
i'll thing;

"I should have
gotten more
paid more
money, paper
to the people
i care about

if i'd known i
would be sittin'
here, dying
i would have
gotten more
tattoos my
mother hated.
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