dead
I think it is strange how even after we die
Our bodies still function
Giving one last attempt
Our lungs are still full of air
Our hair still grows
Our noses bleed
And our nails become long
So despite the fact that our souls have broken free
Our bodies are still bound by the Earth
And here we remain
Forever
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