I've dug myself a hole too deep—
So deep I can't get out.
I'm buried alive in the earth.
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What's Killing Me
PoetryWhat's Killing Me is a collection of poems. Entry 1. Date: 16/41/2297 I don't want to remember what day it is. I'm suffocating, suffocating, suffocating. Void surrounds me, follows me, devours me. I'm being consumed by nothing. I'm being consumed...
Entry 22
I've dug myself a hole too deep—
So deep I can't get out.
I'm buried alive in the earth.