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i can't let go, i can't let go

what harm i do is all my own

i cope with weakness in my soul

with pride;

a heart

a goat

denied

a hope

hanging

on

a

rope

i fell into a well,

now i'm angry at myself

and the one who dug the hole

(am i the one who dug the hole?)

no, it's been here long before,

although i hardly can be sure,

i don't remember much

beyond the day that i was born