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Dig your own grave day after day deep down into the ground through the roots of the trees past the skeletons of ancient beasts into the lava hidden at the core dig down through layers of soil. dig until this hell becomes your home until your own grave is filled full of pain when your hands will shake from strain when legs give out and fail you and your bent back aches and the darkness becomes more comfortable for your eyes but do not stop to feel that pain until you reach the fullest extent of what it could possibly be. then, when no more can be taken when the heat is moments from consuming you. you will awake and fade from this false heaven we call our home.
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Feb 14, 2022
Feb 14, 2022 at 1:37 AM UTC
Its somewhere deep down there
Dig your own grave day after day deep down into the ground through the roots of the trees past the skeletons of ancient beasts into the lava hidden at the core dig down through layers of soil. dig until this hell becomes your home until your own grave is filled full of pain when your hands will shake from strain when legs give out and fail you and your bent back aches and the darkness becomes more comfortable for your eyes but do not stop to feel that pain until you reach the fullest extent of what it could possibly be. then, when no more can be taken when the heat is moments from consuming you. you will awake and fade from this false heaven we call our home.
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Feb 14, 2022
Feb 14, 2022 at 1:37 AM UTC
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