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Walking Dead

Numbness as I walk in halls A heavy load in my hand I bear Tome of the ancient past Portrays a fog in my mind Emptiness, void and vanity As I look at zombies like me Consumed by an epidemic... Which left us cold-blooded At the darkness of dusk When the sun shines no more I lie below the tombstone of my grave Devoured by a sleepy hollow in my coffin Vitality where are you? Where are your streams of life? I' am lost, Where am I? Oh wait, that's right I'm in college

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Date: 5/3/2014 10:50:00 PM
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