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Some may want to know why I chose to dig this hole I'll do my best to explain I hope this won't sound to strange breathe I dug this hole for myself to shelter me from finding someone else I already have been hurt many times before because life is a test of both what you can love and endure so rather than actively seek things out I walked away from cupid's twisted speaking mouth I try not to be bitter but it hurts to see so many people finding who makes their heart complete. So thanks life for ******* me over thank you former friend I should've never gone for ya thank you much for stripping me of pride, confidence, and most of all ability to love So I guess for awhile alone I'll stay I'll probably get calls from mom "Why don't I have a grandbaby!" Well sorry mom I keep getting stabbed in the heart like it's a practice dummy and I think it's funny that I was so stupid to what people can do you'd think I wouldn't ve living proof that love is a twisted crazy old fiend that plays havoc with itself and bends on our dreams
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Feb 4, 2015
Feb 4, 2015 at 7:18 PM UTC
Why I Dug This Hole
Some may want to know why I chose to dig this hole I'll do my best to explain I hope this won't sound to strange breathe I dug this hole for myself to shelter me from finding someone else I already have been hurt many times before because life is a test of both what you can love and endure so rather than actively seek things out I walked away from cupid's twisted speaking mouth I try not to be bitter but it hurts to see so many people finding who makes their heart complete. So thanks life for ******* me over thank you former friend I should've never gone for ya thank you much for stripping me of pride, confidence, and most of all ability to love So I guess for awhile alone I'll stay I'll probably get calls from mom "Why don't I have a grandbaby!" Well sorry mom I keep getting stabbed in the heart like it's a practice dummy and I think it's funny that I was so stupid to what people can do you'd think I wouldn't ve living proof that love is a twisted crazy old fiend that plays havoc with itself and bends on our dreams
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Feb 4, 2015
Feb 4, 2015 at 7:18 PM UTC
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