My Grave
I've dug two graves for us my dear,
one on top of the other,
tonight I rest in mine,
the last time you'll see me,
was 5 months ago,
now the only person left at my final resting place.
It is,
The "You can talk to me" friend,
The "I'm here for you" friend,
The quietly there for me friend.
Left overnight next to the place I put myself in,
On purpose.
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PersonalThemeAbstract
Autobiographical suicidal ideation with minimal abstract philosophy
SparseMeasureDense
Multiple distinct ideas: graves, absence, friendship types, self-harm
DarkSentimentBright
Deeply negative; suicidal content, abandonment, despair throughout
StillEnergyExplosive
Intense subject matter but restrained, sparse delivery and pacing
MicroLengthEpic
13 lines; falls within 7-15 range
PlainFigurativeOrnamented
Grave metaphor extended; personification of friendship types present
LyricVoiceDramatic
Predominantly lyric internal voice; minimal narrative or dramatic shift
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