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Entombed

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In the dark I lay down to sleep and try to dream.
Before I can rest an image comes forth with a blow that brings me down to my knees.
It haunts me with a memory I hold dear.
I beg and plead for you to rip open my chest and cut out the thing that brings this pain.
Then forevermore lock it away where my eyes will never veer and place it in the shadows to wither away.





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