Hi Ive been so sick I didn't care if I lived or died, I even had hallucinations. The dark vibrating air of my bedroom seemed like the dust of my grave. A long hole in the ground, no wider than my body, down which I was lowered while the white faces above receded. I try to reach them but my arms are pinned, shovels pour dirt into my face. The dust went up and I prayed upward into it, my brain in its vaullt shouted.Each second my agony went on, the god who permitted me this fear was unworthy of existence.
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