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May 2019
You buried it with your skeletons. Refused to show it. Why’d you hide it?
Bury it deeper, so I keep digging for it. Where’d you hide it?
Why you playing this game with me? Burying me with your skeletons. Cradling me in the grave you made.
Ten feet under. It is hard to move. Air is running low. No where to go.
MisfitOfSociety
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MisfitOfSociety  24/M/South Africa
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     Lizzie and ymmiJ
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