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I dug this grave
And blocked out the light
Buried myself so deep
I was finally out of sight
Now, I can't climb out
I can hardly breathe
The dirt is all around me
Where do I turn for relief?
Inward I leap
Locking myself in this shell
Daring not to step out
For I know I always fail
Here now I lie rotting
My former self smoldering with decay
Proof pain is immortal
And to think, this is a good day...





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On Friday April 16th, 2004, girlafraid (577) writes:
i'm a sucker for a good ending line...and the last line in this killed...great write...*afraid*


On Friday April 2nd, 2004, An Expired Member (2) writes:
You make decaying sound "beautifully" morbid. Dark and deep, I truly like this. Welldone. x slit x


On Friday April 2nd, 2004, capt_funguy (992) writes:
oh man ... i read this and fell forward a little ... i hate to say "cool write " ... due to the place where this is coming from ... so , beautifully expressed ... that works better ... sincerely ... funguy


On Thursday April 1st, 2004, WinterGrave (337) writes:
this was wonderfuly scripted, i really enjoyed this read.~~~Grave



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