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One day
There is total darkness
No end to the abyss
No helping hand
I can only fall





Down.

The next
Seems like a
Miracle
You're still here
Everyone can still see
You continue being
Watched

Another
Times are morphing together like playdoh of different colors
You see a gleam of light
You're abyss seems to come to a

Pause

The abyss beginning to disappear
I'm ready to start
Again
But this time
I must only fall

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This poem is about: 
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