This Grave Isn't Shallow and Neither am I.

Buried alive. Left here to wilt unable to thrive this grave isn't shallow And neither am I Perhaps that's the reason they didn't wait for me to die I have no use for your status on the social scale What matters to me is Just a bit More frail I couldn't care less what sports you play What gen iphone you have or what expensive gift you got on your last birthday I value the parts one can't see nor rate The deeper parts you wouldn't dare to share on a first date Things like your past The places that have scared you the people who have left their scar The emotions that make you human The experiences that make you who you are

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