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Jun 2015
bright lights
blind
deafened by the silence
lost
senses failing
death
fearing the unknown
heaven?
hell?
purgatory
we live this everyday
this hell we call earth
or is it somewhere in between?
question
exposed
it's fun being the living dead
isn't it?
Written by
Miranda Francella  morgantown
(morgantown)   
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