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When I'm bored
I like to dig in my past
Always going further
At my problems core
With all I can gather
I make small piles firstly
That will never move
And prevent me from moving on
Small piles covered in thorns
Where I put my hand sometimes
When I'm bored

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⏰ Last updated: Aug 03, 2023 ⏰

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