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buried alive in a lonely prison of earth
my forgotten, broken soul trapped within four walls darkness has taken me, the sun no longer lighting my face my parched throat gasps for breath and water the fumes of my own rotting stench overwhelms me I had been thrown into this void of hell grasping and clutching for my own sanity if not to save my life but my efforts are to no avail for no one knows I'm here anymore
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