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Buried...

Alone...

Screaming out from my skin,
Losing my dreams
Fear won't leave
So bury me-
It's time to sleep
An endless sleep
To never wake and only dream,
If you're near
Be here
If not i sleep alone

Buried...

Alone...

Right here in my grave,
My home.

Monday, August 29, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: death,hope,hopelessness,pain
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