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Dec 2013
Here I am
at the bottom of my hole
dug by drug
and as I throw dirt out
you stand there laughing
egging me on
when I can no longer see the sun
I freeze
dust off my pants
pull myself up
and walk away
leaving you with the hole
you never help me fill in.
Britney Kempker
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