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Don’t death threat me, I’m already a gonner, I am passed myself, I left years ago, I got no drama now. Death has wormed itself into your words. Tell me, just who is alive in that brain of yours? Does your heart dance or are you still loitering in that coffin you built for other’s? I’m the person that came out of a dead person death is daily, it’s moment to moment. Don’t dare death - come out of it. Move to your own place; I no longer rent mine, I own it. I opened my own door why do you keep banging on yours?

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Book: Shattered Sighs