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Grave Digger

I must like digging holes,
holes where I must lay.
Holes I sometimes dig and dig
until I've lost my way.
Sometimes days or even weeks
will pass till I climb out.
Then, like clockwork every time,
without ever a doubt.
Another hole I'll find me in,
and I just always dig.
Then when I stop to take a breath,
I realize the hole's too big.
Dont know why I dig all the time,
and at such fragile soils, too.
Now, again, I'm in a hole,
The ground feels much like glue.
I'm ever digging deep ass graves,
Someday I'll probly fall in one.
I'll probly be so drunk or high
That I'll just call this damage done
and I'll lay there,
waiting for the Sun to come...
Waiting for it all too numb.
Written by FacePaint (Steven D)
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