Under the Earth
by reJoyce May 15, 2008
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I press my hand against the concrete wall. Encased in this windowless cell. A box with no exit. No shovel. 6' by 6' by 6'. As thoughts of her torture me with lust, I try and banish you from my mind so as not to radiate my hurt. I don't want to worry you and I need no sympathy. I will rest here in solitude, with no hope of escape. Buried alive. |
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16 years ago
This too was very good. i need to think of some more compliments rather than the usual. it was stupendous! haha well yeah. but no, seriously, it was good.
