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I still remember the night of the living dead a tempestuous night when we should’ve stayed inside the weight of “beloved” stones up on our heads I heard stories about vengeful deceased coming back to life but if we’re full of hatred why are we laying side by side? I buried you you buried me but now we are just deteriorating rotting flesh wandering around when we should’ve rested in peace
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Nov 2, 2023
Nov 2, 2023 at 2:44 AM UTC
night of the living dead
I still remember the night of the living dead a tempestuous night when we should’ve stayed inside the weight of “beloved” stones up on our heads I heard stories about vengeful deceased coming back to life but if we’re full of hatred why are we laying side by side? I buried you you buried me but now we are just deteriorating rotting flesh wandering around when we should’ve rested in peace
hmmmm I was supposed to post this on halloween, sorry
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Nov 2, 2023
Nov 2, 2023 at 2:44 AM UTC
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