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Sep 2016
This is far from bliss,
There is no pain like this,
Nothing hurts this much,
There’s nothing here to clutch,
Here it’s very dark,
There’s not a single spark,
I cannot see a thing,
I don’t know where to cling,
I reach out my hand,
Hoping to find some land,
But I just feel empty air,
All to my despair,
It’s very quiet here,
I listen out with my ear,
But I don’t hear a sound,
The silence is profound,
Not even a single groan,
I think I’m here alone,
I don’t how to get out of this,
Or even what this place is,
I think I might be trapped,
In this place that is unmapped.
Webbers
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