October 8, 2012
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It's pitch black
And hard to move
I can't sit up
All I can do
Is scratch and bang
At the hard surface
Above me
I don't know
Where I am
Or how I got here
But I panic
I think my fingers
Are bleeding
I hear from them
I feel a jolt
They are laughing
They are getting
Further away
It's getting hard to breathe
I'm suffocating
I try to get out
Nothing works
And the group walks away
From the new grave

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