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Nov 2014
I spend daylight climbing from My Pit
      'til night when I'm pulled back down.
My arms grow weary;
     would it be easier to drown?

in My Pit
devoid of light
with only loneliness
and fright?

the Darkness swallows me
like quicksand, it swallows me
I am feeble, empty,
there is no rescue for me

?
Ace Malarky
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Ace Malarky  19/M/Minnesota
(19/M/Minnesota)   
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