sweet Christmas Christmas Christmas
I've always said, and has always been my last wish, but never I stopped writing.
The day I die, please incineradme, burn my body, I do not want to create responsibilities to my loved ones, take my ashes to the Caribbean and scattered at sea to the rhythm of the song: I Will Survive (Gloria Gaynor)
would be for me the happier ending.
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