Pit
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I'm in a pit. It's never-ending. It's a vicious cycle that likes to repeat itself, trying to get out. You reach near the top and your fingers just and just grasp over the edge and then someone stomps on your hand with their foot and the pain, no matter how little or great, forces you back to the bottom. And sometimes, it's your own foot pushing you back down.
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