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I scooped up a shovel full of dark brown dirt.
The midday sun beats down causing sweat to drench my t-shirt.
Soon this will be all over, right?
I guess i’ll feel more at ease when it becomes night.
Another scoop of thick hard soil.
With each motion i feel my burning arms recoil.
I cannot believe i got myself into this.
This is something I’ll definitely never be able to dismiss.
Is it wrong that I am barely feeling guilty?
I think i’m more concerned how my clothes are so filthy.
I roughly once again dig deep into the earth with a large amount of force.
Perhaps there will be one day where i’ll finally feel remorse.
Finally the hole is covered.
Fingers crossed that it doesn’t ever get discovered
Crazy Diamond Kristy
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