Long ago,
No longer able to cope,
Went out she dug a deep, deep hole in the ground,
Took a knife,
Cut out part of her self,
All the pain and the memories,
That were killing her,
She buried them deep, deep down underground,
Now some one is digging,
She is afraid if they unearth,
What was buried long ago will she still be able to cope.
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