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So I was just thinking about something completely unrelated to death, and I thought the line, "It's not about leaving it's about the after", and I liked it so I decided it should be a line in a poem, so I thought some things to rhyme with it and added them, and then I wrote it down and looked at it, and it was clearly about death! [/run on sentence] And now firefox tells me crafter isn't a word?! ARG! *Starts thinking about how it could not be emo.* Yea, I could be killing someone and... no... It's emo! I'm gunna cry now! crying Life is pointless if I can't write poems that aren't emo! I should just die! *Remembers that my poems don't normally turn out like this and calms down.* I'm thinking that the weaving is my life and the crafter is god who I'll be with if I die... Of course I thought it was a literal weaving and crafter when I first wrote it, but now I see it's clearly about death.

It's not about leaving it's about the after. Forget about grieving start up the laughter. ******** the weaving and care about the crafter. Living has me heaving but you're dead as a raptor. Thus I end this chapter.

Uplifting?

It's not about the leaving, it's about what comes after;
The silence of your space, the absence of the laughter,
The days have seemed to slow, why can't they just move faster,
Chained where you now stand, forever and thereafter,
When will you return, to start a whole new chapter?