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Oct 2013
objectively speaking*

I was dead from the moment she heaved me from the womb.

in the same way, objectively speaking

I was alive from the moment they patted the dirt above my coffin and my heart went quiet in meditative bliss for the big sleep.
everything under the sun
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   Frisk, Derek Yohn and Molly
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