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The Well

by @peter-tanner

I am in the depths of who knows where. It is dark, it is cold, it is despair. I am face up in the pool gasping for air. I see no stars, I see no moon There's just the fear that I may go under soon The void which is darker than the walls, tempts me to give into its calls. I hear them echoing in my soul, then my burdens take their toll. I reach out in the cold air, for a helping hand that isn't there. Then I go under, to the darkness of my eternal slumber.
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peter-tanner
22 / M
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peter-tanner
22 / M
Published
Feb 23, 2022
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A metaphor for the many things in our lives which seem to assail us without end.

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#hopelessness#stress#anxiety#expectations
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