Forgotten

Forgotten

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On November 5th I died but I came back; I should have stayed dead. I live like everybody else but this isn't living. I can't eat or drink, I can't drown or suffocate; I'm broken. My whole body has shut down, I'm practically a walking corpse. I get to die forever.
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