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I live in harmony with worms, underneath the dirt and the soil. My home away from noise. I want wake up there. I wish they'd make a grave. The guilt I feel for this. I'm clean, but my world's a mess. I wait, I wait for it. Your ghost, I wish it haunted me. These last few months I felt a lack of love. I felt the weight drop down on us. I want wake up there. I wish they'd make a grave. I wish you knew I cared. It hurts to say your name. From Letras Mania