I do not wish to be here,
this place sickens me,
makes me crave the dirt,
put me in a coffin and close,
the lid on my crying face.
Don't shame me by burring,
me only six or even eight,
feet deep in the ground,
stomp me in a few more,
feet just in case.
Kill me now so,
that I may not,
have to live later,
and I can be free,
to breathe out at last.
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