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Surrender, surrender at the door step of a life so cold it breathes death, for I have long forgotten my own mortality. Wake me at dusk so I may soothe the restless ghosts and love the grim reaper. I have known no life but the lack of.

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Jul 15, 2015

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Tags: #death #mortality

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