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Beneath the ground
The darkness grew shadows around my heart
Why won't you let me rest in peace
In this dark cold soil, lies is my world
I cannot differ true love from terminal disease
Rotting flowers on my bed
high above me the withering, sacred ground
Now I'm down in the dirt, I fought but kept on losing
listen for the church's bells, but I hear no sound
Everything has either died a long time ago
or been buried right here beside me
These worms are my closest friends
and when they're done eating I will be free
For every moment that pass
each a chance to break free from my grave
But no matter how hard I try
most things I won't be able to save
But I end up lingering in these shadows
wrapped around my broken heart
as a ghost locked between your world and mine
I failed to repair each and every shattered part
*written by me
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