Down the Rabbit Hole

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Spiraling down into pitch black,
I'm afraid that now I can't turn back.
When did I fall down this rabbit hole?
Why am I even here?

The light above slowly fades away.
The world is monochrome; pure grey.
When did the colors disappear?
Since when have I been alone?

Finally I hit the ground.
I lay defeated, without a sound.
There's no way I could climb back up.
It's not even worth it to try.

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