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any time a fesh or nearly fresh, or even a rotting wound is poked with like a knife or a stickor even a finger making it bleed more, just thinking about exposed flesh bing reopend, the dull throb of intense pain... you know like that scene in dawn of the dead where roger is getting into the hatch back and a zombie girl grabs his leg where he was bitten, thats the kind of shit im talking about.
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I feel like a balloon floating higher I’m touching a distant moon
I don’t think I’ll come down anytime soon
Ah my kitten I am so glad you’re the way you are
You’re my favorite living human by far
’cause you make this frightening world less bizarre
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