I am in a hole.
I'm losing air.
I dig my way out.
So slowly.
Unsure if I will ever make it out.
Living or dying isn't a choice.
Sinking in my hole further.
I hit the bottom.
Looking up from this hole.
I see no light.
I am consumed.
I am trapped.
Go ahead.
Fill the hole.
I am buried.
Alive or dead.
I am buried.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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