underground
my eyes go dim my skin goes gray. I can't believe I'm dead and not living once again. the lights go out my soul stuck inside. my body rots as I'm lost inside. I scream for help but knowone here's the girl that used to be. she's under the ground of a man that she called family. but now she's nothing but empty. when will they find me when will I be at piece when can I see the loved ones I used to call my family. But I'll wait for days I'll wait for years to hopefully be heard from the missing girl that used to be called Emily. ~melissa.L
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