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Jul 2014
Rotting from the inside out,
that
animal
is
still
breathing.
Feel every fiber panicking, the bloodstream over flowing, and it's meat roasting in the sun.

Vultures will take advantage of you.

Fibers panicking , bloodstream exploding, catastrophic size thoughts turn to plans.  
She knows she's rotting from the inside out.
I know I'm rotting.
punk rock hippy
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