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Feb 2018
They say it's darkest before the dawn
But that's where they're wrong
I fall down an abyssal pit
The bottom I'll hit
It gets darkest before I impact the ground
It gets darkest when I can't hear a sound
There is darkness in my dimly lit heart
That has gradually grown from the start
It gets darker as I helplessly fall
And I continue to plunge further
Like when she won't answer the call
Because she thinks you'll hurt her
You think you've hit the floor
But then you go tragically lower
When you stare at the door
Or search for a four-leaf clover
No peace can be attained
So I fall like rain

It becomes the season of fall
When I have no reason at all
So I fall down a tunnel
That acts as a funnel
Steering lost souls in death's direction
Steering me from my own reflection
The darkness is a deadly infection
I contracted at the moment of conception
Andrew Rueter
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Andrew Rueter  30/M/Kentucky
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