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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.
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Nov 20, 2014
Nov 20, 2014 at 11:59 PM UTC
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.
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Nov 20, 2014
Nov 20, 2014 at 11:59 PM UTC
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