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So I leaned against the wilting tree and I occurred to me that this is not a tree and I am not me the tree was rotted on the inside it cracked and crumbled so did I, and besides, we both collapsed and tumbled the tree became dirt and i'm stiff and cold in my sweatshirt I'm much more comfortable, death requires less effort I've been preparing myself for this decomposition, this does not hurt
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Oct 23, 2014
Oct 23, 2014 at 5:36 PM UTC
And I Am Not Me
So I leaned against the wilting tree and I occurred to me that this is not a tree and I am not me the tree was rotted on the inside it cracked and crumbled so did I, and besides, we both collapsed and tumbled the tree became dirt and i'm stiff and cold in my sweatshirt I'm much more comfortable, death requires less effort I've been preparing myself for this decomposition, this does not hurt
brooke-dunsmore
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Oct 23, 2014
Oct 23, 2014 at 5:36 PM UTC
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