Well

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Trapped in a well
A perfect little cell
Walls so high and steep
In cold water, up to my neck so deep

Screaming and calling out
Hoarse voice, dry mouth
I could die in here
I whisper to myself in fear

This can't be real
It is only how I feel
I slap my face, a hard hit
And help myself climb out of it

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