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Wednesday, January 30, 2008

My Last Wishes.

To: You

If i die.
3, not 5.
lilies, not chrysanthemum.
laughter, not tears.
worship, not mourning.
my loved ones, not acquaintances.
hillsongs, not hymns.

My last wishes.
My last rites.
My ritual.
never never quarrel or make a big fuss out of my death,
u should have done it while i was alive.

most people are cherished when they die.
i hope that i get to have that privilege.

fallen @ 1/30/2008 11:48:00 PM