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What do you do when your head feels like a million pounds, your chest is buried underground, where worms and slugs and filth abound, and rocks compound overhead, compounding a heaviness which even the heaviest cannot heave. Where mere moments make a millennia of torment - For sleepless nights make endless days and endless days make immortality - And mine is underground Far Far Underground Where hell itself resounds in my head, and my screams shriek in silence, drown out by fear. And breath escapes me. Where stillness surrounds me, and turmoil wins ever winding, wondering when I might snap Please, I cannot don't let me go back...