Why won't they talk to me?
I'm right here now.
They've been looking for me for so long and I finally found them.
But they haven't found me, I'm still buried.
Well, partially buried... They dug the grave too shallow.
Most of me is still there, not my heart though.
They carved that out and took it with them.
That much I remember.
I think about my death a lot; still can't figure out why They chose me.
There's not much else to do now but wait for my family to finally find me.
Sometimes someone will look right at me you know.
Sometimes I follow my friends for days.
I never really knew them, did I?
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