It was like I was planning my marriage and death at the same time, there was a dress and there were some people I didn't know too well- this lady was getting married (some small church) and next thing you know it was like a death and there were pictures that were going to be buried along with the body. I was sorting things. It was like it was me but it was like it was someone else

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