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Her heart still beats. 
Her lungs still fill with air.
Despite her many attempts to stop it.
Physically she is very much alive.
Emotionally she has been dead for a long time.
Similar to a black hole.
A filthy corpse rotting from the inside out.
Posted: 2015-03-20 06:41:07 UTC

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