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Feb 2019
dug
regular routines remain,
trapped in a tenacious loop.
i despise this daunting shovel.
a begrimed bottom i can’t seem to reach.
pain pressures me into prayers,
bystanders beg for me to stop.
when can i be done digging?
Sarah
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Sarah  18/Cisgender Female/Vermont
(18/Cisgender Female/Vermont)   
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     JWolfeB and Khoisan
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