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Suffocation, clawing the coffin walls, fingers worn to
Bloody stumps. Gasping for air, eyes rolling widely,
Panic attacks.
Send me ideafen me. Hallucinating, flashbacks of my life,
I don't want to die. Incarcerated, six feet from life, I
Know there's no afterlife. I'm soon to become rotting
Meatnto hysterical frenzies, a premature burial,
Claustrophobic hell. It can't be my grave! Traumatized,
Left for dead, my own screams