the pit

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i sink faster
by the second
darkness consumes
every ounce of me
feelings fade from view
and i descend more.
the words crowd
my head yet
i cannot put them
into sentences
the voice that is my own
backlashes against me
and i descend more.
i threw my allowance
into the wishing well
wishing my life wasn't hell
so i threw myself in as well.
and i descend more.
there's no bottom for me right now.
i cannot feel myself
fall anymore either
this pit sucks every ounce
of happiness out of me
and i descend into
my own state of despair.

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