Surrounded By The Dead It's all settled, Not a nerve hadn't been wrestled. Everything had become tensely rested. I started to believe it was a sick way of being tested. Yet it already had nestled. A hoping point. Lengthy long bottles, Pills of every kind. As the rate of my heart throttles, Lots of things had come to mind. "Is this really how it happens?"
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