Am I?

My bestfriend's X sent me this poem.


Corpse

He's been murdered, or so he thought, he knows the killer and wants her
to go back and resurrect him
His death wasn't bloody but excruciating
She left him with a chance to breath, but he choose not to
He now wanders, relentlessly
The clown is a dead man walking

Am I?

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