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Just sitting here.
In a chair.
Breathing air.
Living.
In the ground.
10 feet down.
No longer breathing.
Dead
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Skeloten in a chair.
Skeloten breathing air.
Living.
I'm in the ground
10 feet down.
Dead.
And happy.
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