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The ability to die gives the connotation that you were alive in the first place. However, I have died, but I never really lived. The withered husk of a man that I was didn't count as living. I guess I was born dead. I don't know how that is possible. I need someone to reach into me and bring my life back, well not back, but bring life into me. I do not breathe. I do not think. My heard does not beat. I do not live. Bring me life please. This world is dark without the color of life.

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