six feet of guilt
Her battered casing full of air Shiney eyes no longer there A blank forgotten look not registering me I wish there was somewhere else i could be The familiar smell of bleach pricking my eyes It would be alot better if she just dies Lost and alone in her torturous hell Down six feet into the earth she fell
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