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The Hole

I am fighting tooth and nail,
But my nails are wearing thin.
They are cut behind the quick,
And all the dirt is getting in.

For i´m digging to the bottom,
But i don´t know where i´m going,
And the air that i was breating´s,
Now the shit that i am shoving.

For i toil for self approval,
And i work for bitter praise.
Digging down in into the darkness,
Of a slowly growing grave.

Unill my bloody hands lie broken,
´til my nails they scrape on stone,
´til the hole that i´ve been feeding,
Is the only thing i own.

´til i stand, alone and empty,
´til i lose all hope within,
i´ll keep digging to the bottom,
´til they throw the dirt back in.

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