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Nov 2014
Pit
The ache,
The soul tearing emptiness,
The mind shaking numbness.
A pit with a rope:
All I can do is climb, try to escape.
But I always slip
I fall lower each time
I can't be far from the bottom.
Why don't I just let go.
Eli Smith
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Eli Smith  Oklahoma
(Oklahoma)   
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