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Cold to the touch Nothing pumping through veins A ghost with feet Covered in humans clothes Sunken eyes Imaginary breath A soulless existence Frigidly numb Holding a shriveled heart Unable to see real life She is a dead girl walking I am a dead girl walking
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Oct 10, 2012
Oct 10, 2012 at 5:41 PM UTC
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Cold to the touch Nothing pumping through veins A ghost with feet Covered in humans clothes Sunken eyes Imaginary breath A soulless existence Frigidly numb Holding a shriveled heart Unable to see real life She is a dead girl walking I am a dead girl walking
lindsey-wells
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Oct 10, 2012
Oct 10, 2012 at 5:41 PM UTC
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