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Stay, digging and digging. The rocks are sharp and tear away at skin until rawness sets into the muscles. The air is too thin to fill the lungs to send the spark that jolt bones into action. Blacker and blacker. Climb up? The tunnel has turned and twisted, the way back, collapsed because the structure wasn't strong enough in the first place. The new landing point is unfamiliar. The darkness, however, is an old friend.
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Feb 24, 2018
Feb 24, 2018 at 10:24 PM UTC
The Rabbit Hole
Stay, digging and digging. The rocks are sharp and tear away at skin until rawness sets into the muscles. The air is too thin to fill the lungs to send the spark that jolt bones into action. Blacker and blacker. Climb up? The tunnel has turned and twisted, the way back, collapsed because the structure wasn't strong enough in the first place. The new landing point is unfamiliar. The darkness, however, is an old friend.
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Feb 24, 2018
Feb 24, 2018 at 10:24 PM UTC
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