Okay.
So.
Soon I will die.
But fuck that.
When i go, I want a party. I want all my friends to come over , bring booze and musical instruments, and have fucking good time.
If you do, I will. And that'a what I want. When it's time for folks to leave, come kiss me goodbye.
And I will be happy. I wil be content. I will be ready.
Wish me adieu, my friends. Thtat's what I want.
If there be one, I will see you on the other side.
But I really do want to have a goodbye kiss. I will be a mess, but I will know you. And I will carry your goodwill will with me whereever there is after this life.
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