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Bury Me Deeper
Once again the spade lies muddy and the grave I dug is bloody. The past I thought was buried deep. The scars I thought were all I’d keep. But enter now a new contender, to play the misbegotten mender. My memories in my ears like thunder, I gave my trust, was torn asunder, and found that I’d been left for dead with no reason why I’ve bled. Lying here, amongst the lifeless, my soul is split with bloody rifeness, I fear that I will soon be cleansed of reasons left for making friends. |
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