Corpse

There’s no debate to sway death into acceptance. Words become obsolete no matter how said. Your paranormal blood knows no body; it swirls through your soul as lovers’ breaths. He may have no friends, but he doesn’t want any. His job took over his life before he had the chance to have one. He’s just a walking corpse.

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