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I started digging a hole, When I was young they told me I would reach China if I kept digging, I think the spade was a gift but maybe it was a burden, I am fine with the labour, The days the sun shines drums up a thirst, I used to drink sweet things and smile while I dug. Now the lemonade is bitter and the frost bite turned my toes black I keep on digging as if you are watching me. When I reached puberty, I was several feet deep already, I took long breaks in those days as I thought of girls. The hole didn't get deeper for a while but the sides were cut like a shallow grave, I picked up the pace the first time my heart was badly broken. I lost sight of the top and hit a leak, the walls collapsed and I was buried alive. I crawled out and the ground was soft and the air wet. The earth was turned and there were no flowers or grass or weeds I started to dig again, because I was given a spade, it's all I know.