Now
what about now?
when I'm digging my own grave
trying to avoid the pain
poison mixed
from bleeding fingers
salt indistinguishable in sweat and tears
defeat repeated
choked down with fear
brings pain
what about now?
when it's hope that kills me
digging my own grave
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