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My heart... It beats,

I eat... I sleep,

I rinse... Repeat,

I write... Erase,

I stand... And pace,

Can't run... Away,

So I run... In place,

My mind... A maze,

I'll find... A way,

To rise... Again,

No matter how deep,
or the size of the pit,

I'll scratch and I'll claw,
til I climb out of it,

No matter the worries,
Whatever I face,

I'll find a way out,
Of the hole that I'm placed.

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