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Aug 2018
I'm almost underground,
Gasping, struggling to move..
They've buried me.
Covered me in what they think is true,
Little things about me they've assumed..
And hidden almost all that's real.

I'm fighting.
Struggling, kicking out.
But there's nothing to hold on to.
And I'm almost underground.

I'll climb out.
EveOfWhat
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