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There's plenty of other bodies out there filled with their own fate
but when is it possible to think of your own soul's sake?
It always has to be one way or the other when your mother says there won't be a funeral and everyone thinks that death is another form of attention. Caring has become the fable of the year because no one bothers to ring the doorbell anymore. Everything I've ever written is unfinished.
Written by LizB
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