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Oct 2019
Stuck in a well at midnight.
I look up to see the moon and stars.
The wind whispers to me, and with each whisper chills run down my spine.
The well is deep, impossible to climb.  
The water gently caresses my lips with cold hands, but i cant feel.
Shadows creep over me from above,
i look up to find them watching.
I dont scream for help.
I dont need it.
At the bottom of that well,
i wait for nothing.
And nothing does happen.
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eby  26/F/Turkey
(26/F/Turkey)   
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