I'll comprehend myself digging a path, with all possible choices ahead.
The tunnel could go left, or right, or up, or down.
But where I dig, the dirt will be dug, and there is no going back from it.
You take this existence and eat it.
There is no other way to shit it out.
I'll comprehend myself digging a path, with all possible choices ahead.
The tunnel could go left, or right, or up, or down.
But where I dig, the dirt will be dug, and there is no going back from it.
You take this existence and eat it.
There is no other way to shit it out.
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