.Iâve worked these hands straight to the bone. We dig down, deep past our hearts and into the fucking ground. Kill ourselves all day, then go back to a broken home. No though of future or sight of an end when a fucking shovel becomes your best friend. After a day in a ditch, youâll pray tomorrow .
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