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TimesFire90

Published: Sep 18, 2015

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I'm dead

yet I'm walking.

I'm silent

yet I'm talking.

I'm grinning

yet I'm frowning.

I'm swimming

yet I'm drowning.

I'm happy

yet I'm crying.

I'm alive

yet I'm dying.

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Nov 26, 2017

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