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May 2012
Open casket
Skin looks plastic
Eyes are broken
No emotion

He stares at nothing
Yet we're staring at him
If I was being rude
He would have told me.

Now they must bury him
He doesn't want to go like this.
But no one will listen if you don't say something.
Everyone is sentenced to death... even if they are innocent.
Andrew
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Andrew  35/M/North Carolina
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