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Monday, 4 June 2012

Buried

"Shit! Help! Let me out!"

I pound and bash against the roof of my tomb, praying that I will find a singular weakness, a crack or a flake. Nothing.

What did I ever do to warrant a punishment like this?

I close my eyes, and accept the ever consuming blackness.
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