IN EDITING. We run from them, shoot them, burn them; they are the dead. All we know is the dead ones are bad, but could we actually be the dead? Does that make us bad? The burning flame in our souls keeps us warm enough to keep us physically alive living with the pain everyday. No one knows but We Are The Dead

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