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The shovel was heavy in my hands. By the cover of night I dig, callouses forming. But still I dig. Desperately, dirt is forced from the ground and thrown carelessly into a pile. Maybe not the most effective method. But I have to finish. I have to.
The shovel was heavy in my hands. By the cover of night I dug, callouses forming. But still I dug. Desperately, dirt was forced from the ground and thrown carelessly into a pile. I have to finish. I have to.