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I've got a special power: I can look at my body from the outside and my hands are never really mine. I am untouchable. I'm floating. My name doesn't sound like a real word anymore (I am not a real person anymore) My brain is splatted on the walls like a Jackson ******* smelling like rotten flesh – is it too late to get back inside?
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May 14, 2015
May 14, 2015 at 3:39 PM UTC
Afterlife
I've got a special power: I can look at my body from the outside and my hands are never really mine. I am untouchable. I'm floating. My name doesn't sound like a real word anymore (I am not a real person anymore) My brain is splatted on the walls like a Jackson ******* smelling like rotten flesh – is it too late to get back inside?
#death
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Italian
May 14, 2015
May 14, 2015 at 3:39 PM UTC
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