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Sep 2019
I am both alive and dead,
He who trapped me once kept me fed.
I scrabble and scratch at the locks,
I am both alive and dead.
A cadaver in a funeral box,
A vampire, a zombie, a paradox.
I am both alive and dead,
He who trapped me once kept me fed.
Written by
emlyn lua  19/Other/yorkshire
(19/Other/yorkshire)   
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