The Hole

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A vacuum
Inside of my head
Pulling me in
Like sinking quicksand

My lungs scream for breath
As my body begins to quiver
There shall be no rest
For as long as I feel this way

But it never ends
One after another
We can't escape the stress
So we may as well embrace it

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