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The cold black

Buried under sorrow,

no lights shine through.

With sand under my fingernails

I dig my way out.



Maybe then I can be safe.



Death grabs my foot to pull me down.

I do my best to shake it of.

It crawls up.

It scratches my chest.



I start to shake.



My eyes fill with silent cries.



I AM DESPAIR!




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Publicerad 2011-01-31 11:43



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