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I can't think right
my skin feels too tight
I think my time has come
For now I think my war has been won

I wish to be cremated
for that's how I was created
through fire and flames
every one will blame you
For now I see the light
but to my delight
I saw you die that night.

I waited

Then to God I ask
"why can't I grasp the people that I care about?"
He told me
"it's because of them
that you died"