Thursday July 25th 2024
I live in my box
This is my coffin,
and I am already dead
I can fill my eyes
I can fill my stomach
But I am still empty
Every day the earth rises above me
I need a saviors hand to pull me out
But no one reaches to me
My savior is about to die. I will have to continue alone. Reach a few more feet before dropping dead. Death permeates the waters. It writhes, it swims.
My savior is about to die. I will have to continue alone. Reach a few more feet before dropping dead. Death permeates the waters. It writhes, it swims.
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