into my abyss.
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abyss- [əˈbis]
NOUN
a deep or seemingly bottomless chasm, but in my case an abyss is a dark whirl pool you can never get out of no matter how you try you only get pushed deeper and deeper gradualyy loosing your sanity and starting to question your existence and possible reality around you. A little hell made just for me to burn inside, but is that what it really is???????????????????????????
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