A Second Death
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Last published Tue, Nov 10, 2015
Do you know how it feels to die when you’re already dead? No, you’re not killed again but the agony that you possess is still there and it’s like doing it all over again. When you tell the world that you’ll fall, instead of holding you, they’re the ones who led you to your death. Ergo, this world is dead, full of dreads. Kill me, kill me to that extent...
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