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Dirty ground
Dirty ground beneath my feet, rotting till I die.
Lifeless trees keep whispering on my shadowed face.
I sit and cry, and try to love it.
I sit and cry, and never stop.
Dark surrounding every inch of my delighted soul.
But every time I try to scream it shuts my mouth with pins.
I sit and cry, and try to, love it.
I sit and cry, and never stop.
