Pull me in farther,
Draw me in deep.
Keep on going,
Into eternal sleep.

Don't try to stop,
It will only get worse.
It's like I'm stuck inside
A giant clasping purse.

You ask for answers,
I don't know what to say,
I can only hope
That it won't get worse someday.


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