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I know this path

my feel recall its texture

every grain of sand is arranged

exactly as it was



there is the Hole where I

I tripped and fell down

broken and bleeding

I couldn't regain ground



Lost in my tears

caused ty this game

I attempted to give up

I tryed to lose Faith



But I managed to stand

to rise to the test

I finally over came my boundry

so now I... I stand with the best



as I walked this evil path of holes

again

I remember the hole

and pass it by