My mom asked me what I'd like to do in the next life, I said I wanted to be exactly the same
She agreed this life is pretty nice, it'd be nice to live it again
I imagined us like horses a mama horse and a baby horse, with the same human thoughts but unable to speak them
We were sleeping in the floor of the excercise room because my room was being painted
Somehow the question arose would you want to die before or after your pArents?
At the same time. Yes, at the same time would be nice
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