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I am one of the last few standing, a survivor on a farm, |
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Just along the outskirts of a small city. |
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Like most that have made it this far, |
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I live off of old canned goods and a healthy back stock of ammunition. |
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Greetings from extermination, Kansas - death in the midwest. |
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Even with the godless reaching my property every few days, I am tortured by solitude. |
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The whispering of the cornfields haunt me like the moans of my undead enemies. |
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My depression grows stronger: its bitter claws around my neck. |
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I will always be tortured... tortured by solitude. |
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Will anything get better for me? |
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I have watched the world die, all I know now is regret. |
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Will this sickness ever leave this world? |
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I am haunted, I am haunted by all that surrounds me. |
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What Ive known has been taken from me. |
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No one living has been within this house since my wife died two years ago. |
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Another occasion of when the undead came across some innocence... |
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...came across some innocence. |
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I will never see through this nightmare. I will never know sunlight again. |
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I will never see through this nightmare. I will never taste her lips again |
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