About: Standing Upright

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An Entity of Type : owl:Thing, within Data Space : 134.155.108.49:8890 associated with source dataset(s)

I don't know how long I've been stuck like this. Days, weeks, months, they've all become a blur to me. The searing, bright, summer sun hangs high in the sky. It's way too hot today. I should be feeling pain, but everything went numb ages ago. My arms are stuck, outstretched wide to either side, like I'm ready to embrace someone in a hug. My clothes are worn, shoddy. They're not even mine, but whoever put me here dressed me like that. They, the birds, adopted a nick name for me. I don't know what it means, but I've heard their whispers. "Scarecrow," they call me.

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rdfs:label	Standing Upright
rdfs:comment	I don't know how long I've been stuck like this. Days, weeks, months, they've all become a blur to me. The searing, bright, summer sun hangs high in the sky. It's way too hot today. I should be feeling pain, but everything went numb ages ago. My arms are stuck, outstretched wide to either side, like I'm ready to embrace someone in a hug. My clothes are worn, shoddy. They're not even mine, but whoever put me here dressed me like that. They, the birds, adopted a nick name for me. I don't know what it means, but I've heard their whispers. "Scarecrow," they call me.
dcterms:subject	Reality Reality
dbkwik:creepy-past...iPageUsesTemplate	dbkwik:resource/e-xc3ed6XlaWPJt-W9hnSw==
dbkwik:creepypasta...iPageUsesTemplate	dbkwik:resource/KOkUkLYWFXxg5LCq1Frq9Q==
abstract	I don't know how long I've been stuck like this. Days, weeks, months, they've all become a blur to me. The searing, bright, summer sun hangs high in the sky. It's way too hot today. I should be feeling pain, but everything went numb ages ago. My arms are stuck, outstretched wide to either side, like I'm ready to embrace someone in a hug. My clothes are worn, shoddy. They're not even mine, but whoever put me here dressed me like that. About that, I don't even know how I got here. I've been unable to move, but the surrounding crops give it away as some sort of isolated farm. The field looks withered and long abandoned. I can feel something digging up my back, like a pole keeping me planted firmly in the ground. Still, there's no pain, but I still suspect it to be the one thing keeping me standing upright. I've not seen any signs of life since I woke up here, except for the wildlife. The birds landing on my open arms have been my only friends. I talk to them and they talk back. They, the birds, adopted a nick name for me. I don't know what it means, but I've heard their whispers. "Scarecrow," they call me.

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