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“Oh, Hell, Can’t You Let a Feller Sleep?” the “Dead” Man Asks

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‘Nope,’ He Says, Body Isn’t His

GALILEE, R. I., Sept. 24 (AP)—Charles Keville walked into a temporary morgue and looked at a body which had been identified as his.

My bones shiver and creak like an old door; whining with every step.

My lungs gasp for breath; as if the air is filled with toxins.

My heart flutters with each movement; struggling to keep up the pace.

My body was not built to withstand the pains of this world. Despite every breath and every step I know one day my legs will buckle beneath me. I know that one day i will not be able to reach into the sky as if i can touch the stars. I know that one day my skin will begin to sink, back into the earth below my feet; where it was always meant to be.

One day the fight will be over, but today is not that day.

“I must push through, must not stop. Wrestle work days come on top. I need those people, need that laugh. Cant spend my life in bed and bath.”