I imagine it
I don't want to die
But I imagine my funeral.
I imagine almost dying in hospital.
Everyone I've ever met comes to me and begs me to live.
Guys cry at my bedside, confessing their love.
I feel guilty because it's so sickly selfish.
But sometimes, if I'm honest, I feel better after doing it.
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love,
hospital,
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