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if i die young,

paint my coffin.
splatter it with colour,
so no one can help but think
it's something
passionate and
beautiful and
strong.

cover me in sheet music.
the notes will close around me,
the words of my favourite songs
pressed
against my coffin.
pressed
to my ears.
pressed
to my body.
while i rest for eternity.

and while you're there,
bury me in poetry.
bury me in words
that brought me to tears.
made me show emotion.
bury me in words
that were mine,
when i put pen to paper,
and bled.

bury me at sunrise,
because this is a beginning
it's just a new day.

dress me in a floral print,
one ring,
one necklace.
the ones i always wore.

and do not bring me roses.
bring me dandilions and daisies and
orchids and
sunflowers.
scatter pine needles on my grave,
(but not the pointy kind)
so it will be soft to walk on.

do not bring me to a graveyard,
because
it is a place of
mourning.
and i am not to be mourned
for.

if i die young,
remember,
to me,
it was long.

it was my whole life.
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personal.

only the good die young.

"how good do you have to be to be considered a good person?"
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Emo-Skittle-Eater Featured By Owner Mar 31, 2012  Student General Artist
nothing to say... im amazed at how for some reason this reminded me of myself...
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The-Picturer Featured By Owner Dec 18, 2011
this is so beautiful!
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breathinginthestars Featured By Owner Dec 18, 2011
thank you. : )
i'm so glad you think so.

it's probably the most difficult thing i've ever written.
i wrote it after i lost someone who was like an older brother to me.
and ever since then, i couldn't help wondering if he'd have done something differently. i couldn't help remembering that he died young.
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The-Picturer Featured By Owner Dec 18, 2011
i'm not going to patronise you by pretending i understand, because i have no idea how hard that must have been. i have to say though, you were very brave in writing this, let alone sharing it with us! it's really a stunning piece.

i'm sure he is insanely proud right now.
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breathinginthestars Featured By Owner Dec 19, 2011
it really helped me through it. writing is a form of therapy so healing that i can't even begin to tell you how much easier it makes things.
not to say that it makes them easy, just easier.

and it's hard to go through things alone. so letting people see what you're going through, although not always easy, is sometimes necessary. terrifying, but needed.
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The-Picturer Featured By Owner Dec 21, 2011
that's beautiful. don't stop sharing with us! it's really inspiring, and i don't mean that in the generic way. this actually made me stop, think and want to create.
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breathinginthestars Featured By Owner Dec 23, 2011
i can't tell you how much that means to me. :heart:

thank you so so so much.
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The-Picturer Featured By Owner Dec 24, 2011
it's the truth, so you're very welcome! <3
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DNA-The-Authoress Featured By Owner Dec 12, 2011
Wow, this is beautiful. It's obvious that you put your heart into it. It's hard to lose someone, especially when they're young. My next door neighbor's baby died a year and a half ago, but it still hurts sometimes. He was a sweet boy, one and a half years old himself. Died of cancer, but with a smile on his face. He always seemed to be smiling. *sniff*
This was very touching. Thank you.
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breathinginthestars Featured By Owner Dec 14, 2011
my brother's best friend. who i've known since we were kids. he was like another brother to me. his little sister is one of my closest friends.
he was DD for a bunch of people at a party, and another drunk driver hit them, and he died.
it really is hard, and it does still hurt. it hasn't quite been a year. it's 8 months on friday.
so this is an extremely personal piece. probably the hardest thing to write that i've ever written. and because of that, it's my favourite. i'm so glad you like it. :heart:
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