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Descending down into the depths, driving Every ounce of vital oxygen out. My lungs shut down and I’m past reviving. My vision blurs as my mind fills with doubt. I can’t go back. Not now. I’ve gone too far.
Letters, words, and sentences Are fashioned from the Black scratches that stain The pure beauty of innocence. Writing their own story, The murky thoughts turned Into something lovely.
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