Cold

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I swear it's frozen.

I bang on the wood atop me.

It's as cold as snow.

My fingers

My toes

My face is drained of blood.

No one answers. 

I scream and scream.

Sometimes I hear voices.

"Is there noise coming from there?"

"Yes! Yes! Help me!" I sob.

"No, nobody alive could be in there."

I cry.

I scream.

I kick.

I punch.

I bang.

But nobody will answer.

I was told not to anger him.

And now I've been buried alive for my sins.

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