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Holes
My funeral was today
Yet but another day to runaway
I drug myself out of that hole
It was never my goal
Leaving but a larger piece each time
Wiping away the grime
No one to see
No one to plea
Shovel in hand i begin to fill
The hole that is there
The piece that is gone
I look around at the holes
All that I have filled
Wondering how long can this go on
How much of me will die
Before I catch her eye
Before she is mine to love
Pulling myself out of this hole
Yet but another day to runaway
I drug myself out of that hole
It was never my goal
Leaving but a larger piece each time
Wiping away the grime
No one to see
No one to plea
Shovel in hand i begin to fill
The hole that is there
The piece that is gone
I look around at the holes
All that I have filled
Wondering how long can this go on
How much of me will die
Before I catch her eye
Before she is mine to love
Pulling myself out of this hole
Published 1st Feb 2025
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