Duncan's End to my birth You are telling me not to die, and it sucks,-because I want to die. You are dead. I know to listen. I know to listen to you instead. I didn't listen though before you plotted against yourself,-gun against your face, -bloody mess. Blue heron's wont erase the memory. Transient trail, willow pass canal lurking your soul. I know to listen to you. You are dead. know you were against the living, -but you knew I could take it, -face it, -take care of myself. And underneath the pressure you always knew me internally. You know me as a woman,- as a child,- Kelly Rice, -Andy's little sister. And all though you miss me, with some other people perhaps, I don't want to see you. All though I do miss you more than ever. And right now for sure I know... You see it's weird. I am in your shoes right now, Duncan, -thirty one years old -also with a storage unit, -no where to go.. But it's different, you and me, me and you. Now. There is complete knowing, -complete knowing, - complete knowledge, - complete knowhow. I don't want to die like you. I want to thank you forever here, where I am, where I am, for the fucked up gift you took away from us. I love you Duncan Wood-Walker. I love you. Forever and always. I love you.