Choking on my own breath.
Panic rushes through my body at the thought of dying here.
Trying time and time again to break through the layers of dirt above me.
Futile attempts at reaching the light kept from me.
My mind is fading, my senses are dull.
How much longer do I have?
What becomes of my soul after I suffer this pain?
All the words I never said...
Does any of that matter anymore?
Maybe I should stop trying and savor my last moments,
let the darkness overwhelm me.
The maggots have already begun their feast of my flesh.
No!
This isn't me.
I can't let it end this way, I have to see the light one last time.
I must find a way out of this dismal grave that I've created.















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