Personal Hole
PERSONAL HOLE
Down in your own personal hole we wallow in our own emotions, trapped there stuck in our love or hate.
When do you go there? What do you hide from? Do your fears come with you or do you try to flee them?
I know that sometimes I fear for my own life, if I had a firearm… no more pain.
I used to go there to my own hole to be safe but now it follows me and I can’t get away.
Even when I run it’s always one step ahead of me. I think that when I die my own personal hole will be the place where I finally lie as it will be for everyone else who has ever lived and suffered.
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