dead.

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I watch as they lay in their coffin with a slight smile.

I feel as if I know the person.
I feel my eyes stinging.

I walk over to the coffin and realize that it's me.

It's me.
I'm dead inside.

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⏰ Last updated: Oct 14, 2017 ⏰

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