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My hands are grody from touching my aching face there is dirt underneath my fingernails from digging my own grave this hole isn't deep enough yet. keep digging
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Oct 9, 2011
Oct 9, 2011 at 11:22 PM UTC
grief in a dark place
My hands are grody from touching my aching face there is dirt underneath my fingernails from digging my own grave this hole isn't deep enough yet. keep digging
michelle-reicks
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Oct 9, 2011
Oct 9, 2011 at 11:22 PM UTC
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