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Down here, it is dark and damp, Like a Concentration camp. No more desire to discover, as darkness has declared every colour. My duration is close to descend, No desistance from this decline. The decision to disembark, Means no more bloodline. Don't delay my departure... I can't see... It's getting darker.
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Oct 1, 2017
Oct 1, 2017 at 7:15 AM UTC
In the Deep End
Down here, it is dark and damp, Like a Concentration camp. No more desire to discover, as darkness has declared every colour. My duration is close to descend, No desistance from this decline. The decision to disembark, Means no more bloodline. Don't delay my departure... I can't see... It's getting darker.
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davidhutton
35/M/Edinburgh
Oct 1, 2017
Oct 1, 2017 at 7:15 AM UTC
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