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Dec 2012
The sinking feeling of utter despair.
I pushed too hard and a wall was raised.
Simply put, I threw myself into a bottomless pit.
There is no light at the end,
where there was at the beginning.
There is nothing to touch,
what was left, has faded.
Tendrils, wisps.
Clawing through, around.
It is empty.
And Black.

I fear what I do not understand.
M W
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M W  A desert
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