The pit

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Help me please, for I am stuck

Surrounding and sticking to me as if it were made of muck

Here in this hole with my doubts

And I'm afraid that I'll never get out.

I'm afraid that I'll drown here all alone

'Cause no one hears my cries or moans

As I break all my nails that were once tall

Against these hard and black walls.

At the top there was a light

It use to shine so very bright

Until one day it just disappears

Leaving me alone with all my fears.

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