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Confessions of an Impatient Seedling

I am waiting, not very patiently. I fell into the ground some time ago, you see, and have been all but forgotten. In the darkness I feel myself dissolve, the shell that once protected me turn to ash. I am alone. Soil fills my lungs, damp and mixed with shit and death and I’m gasping for air, screaming for air, choking…

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