I keep digging, digging and digging.
Trying to dig myself out of this hole.
But it seems everything is collapsing around me
burying me with your soul.
This small shovel
Just doesn't seem to be enough.
No one thought to tell me
how life could be this rough
Now,
I'm just getting deeper and deeper
and deeper
with my unwanted thoughts
This shall be my grave,
but don't put any roses on top.
I prefer forget-me-nots.
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