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Grappling. Grasping. Reaching. Sinking. Cocooned in this pit of mine. Enveloped in its darkness. Calling. Shouting. Hoping. Nothing. No rescuers left to help. Just me for company. Accepting. Settling. Slumping. Resting. Tired of survivals effort. Weary of the ache. Holding. Listening. Thinking. Waiting. Waiting. Waiting. Sinking.
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Oct 22, 2016
Oct 22, 2016 at 8:06 PM UTC
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Grappling. Grasping. Reaching. Sinking. Cocooned in this pit of mine. Enveloped in its darkness. Calling. Shouting. Hoping. Nothing. No rescuers left to help. Just me for company. Accepting. Settling. Slumping. Resting. Tired of survivals effort. Weary of the ache. Holding. Listening. Thinking. Waiting. Waiting. Waiting. Sinking.
Luckily I managed to learn to climb.
Tasman
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Oct 22, 2016
Oct 22, 2016 at 8:06 PM UTC
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