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*Sometimes I wonder what my life would be like And who I would be If I dug out a grave six foot deep And buried my bad habits there underneath Once the freedom of topsoil was beneath my feet Above that habitual grave who then would I be?*
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Mar 8, 2017
Mar 8, 2017 at 10:30 PM UTC
Habitual Grave
*Sometimes I wonder what my life would be like And who I would be If I dug out a grave six foot deep And buried my bad habits there underneath Once the freedom of topsoil was beneath my feet Above that habitual grave who then would I be?*
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Mar 8, 2017
Mar 8, 2017 at 10:30 PM UTC
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