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The Living Dead

Blood is running through your veins. Your heart is beating. Air is getting pumped through your lungs. Your hair and fingernails are growing. Wrinkles are slowly forming on your face. Your mouth is producing saliva. You have a sense of smell. You can see and hear. You're constantly blinking. The scabs on your body always heal. Food and water are keeping you alive. But still, You're dead to me.
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tina-marie-kelley
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Published
May 4, 2011
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