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Deep Life is My Coffin

Living is for the weak. I don't need to live. I have been preparing myself for the depths of leaving my corpse behind forever for quite some time now. I was weak but now I am strong in death. Life is my concrete, the depths to which I fell in while it was wet. Now it is hard, and life is death. And it is hard as concrete could ever hope to be. Death is my liquid to where I can be free and move around again.
so beautiful.... I need to remember this
 
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