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Sep 2015
You've been digging my grave
and it's getting deeper every day.
Slowly, but surely.
I'm on my hands and knees again
filling the gaps and holes in my heart
with the dirt you toss my way..
I'm not as empty as this shallow grave.
Chelsea
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