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Sep 2013
Deeper down the well.
struggling out of habit,
(nothing more)
It's dark, almost totally devoid of light
solid. secure
I can always return here
There is always room for one
always Space.
I know. I've been her before
But some how
I'm closer to staying

forever.

not easier.

just
  
                                        here.
Written by
shika
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