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The pit It’s overwhelming, the depth of it all, The length you fall, before you hit the bottom The deep, the mess The engulfing darkness the smell of cold wet rocks And dead grass The shrilling silence that deafens the echo of the wind as you fall the air that fills your lungs almost seems fresh before you take your last breath.
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Jan 25, 2020
Jan 25, 2020 at 4:58 PM UTC
the p i t
The pit It’s overwhelming, the depth of it all, The length you fall, before you hit the bottom The deep, the mess The engulfing darkness the smell of cold wet rocks And dead grass The shrilling silence that deafens the echo of the wind as you fall the air that fills your lungs almost seems fresh before you take your last breath.
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19/F/South Africa
Jan 25, 2020
Jan 25, 2020 at 4:58 PM UTC
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