How much of me is buried
Within that shallow grave
How much lingers, wary
Waiting to be saved
In life I often pondered
About the ever after
I often sat and wondered
About that final chapter
But now my story is ended
There is no more to tell
The ending not so splendid
A knife sent me to hell
But how much of me is buried
Within that shallow grave
How much lingers, wary
Waiting to be saved
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