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She remembers all the good times…
She never forgot the bad…
She’s got so many memoires…
Now they’ve all come flooding back…
She replays every moment…
It all seems crystal clear…
From the first fight with her Mother…
To the first time she held love near…
There were days just filled with laughter…
A few nights filled with dread…
Bittersweet the flashback visions…
Now filling her terrified head…
She’s not sure how she got here…
It’s cold, it’s Black, it’s dark…
They took her by surprise…
Tranquillised her with a dart…
There was no particular reason…
She was simply in the wrong place…
Now she’s got to figure out…
How to escape this confined space…
Her heart and pulse are pounding…
Vomit fills her dried out throat…
The panic inside is rising…
Chances of being found are remote…
Her nails bleed from the scratching…
Her constrained body and mind terrified…
She screams as she’s running out of air…
Powerless, underground, they buried her alive…
She remembers all the good times…
She could never hurt anyone…
She was the kindest soul you could ever meet…
But her time on Earth is all but done…
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Beautiful, J! ❤
Thank you! Something heading your way very soon! Cheers J
Oooh can’t wait! ^^
Right off the top, great Title/Photo combination, J…! Another excellent piece. 🙂
Thanks Emma, this was directly inspired by TV, but I think it worked out OK! Cheers J
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THIS IS WHY THEY USED TO INSTALL BELL CORDS INSIDE THE CASKETS!!!!
(((Awhoooo)))