I want to leave this world with something profound. Something like "Don't be afraid to do something stupid, you grow from the embarassment." But this is how I actually see my death:
I am laying nestled in Michelle's arms and she softly cries over me. Her sobs are slow as she is trying to hide them. She wants to be strong, but it is just too hard. I feel the warmth coming from her and remember when I felt warmth. I slowly lift my weak head and stare into her blue (?) eyes. I muster the breath and say, "I raged, bro."
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