In All Her Beauty

In All Her Beauty

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"I am alive.", she thought. "I am still alive." She shivered as she realized that this was what death felt like; green and blue, black and red, warm and ice cold. It was the heavy weight of life on your chest, slowly pushing you down to where you belonged. Dying was being alive.
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