Down
I’m flailing,
Drowning in this pit of my own design
You don’t know,
They don’t know,
And quite frankly, I don’t know
Why this came to be.
Each time I near the surface,
I am thrusted further down
I can’t see,
I can’t breathe,
I’m blind to everything but me
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