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The deep, dark pit holds me tight, Though my arms fight with all my might. Its pitchy blackness filled with gloom, Every hour spreading doom. On and on, I try to flee, knowing well its not to be.
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Feb 6, 2020
Feb 6, 2020 at 7:24 PM UTC
Dispair
The deep, dark pit holds me tight, Though my arms fight with all my might. Its pitchy blackness filled with gloom, Every hour spreading doom. On and on, I try to flee, knowing well its not to be.
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Feb 6, 2020
Feb 6, 2020 at 7:24 PM UTC
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