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Burried alive



Darkness
so dark...
I can't breath
I can't. I can't...
extend my arms,
that noise
that god awful
scratching noise.
there's something,
something crawling
on me,
my God
I'm In a box,
Those are...
rats
rats trying to get in.
and spiders
on me,
so many spiders
did I die?
is this purgatory?
get them off of me
I need air...
that scratching
that...
Written by BlackReign
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