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My Tunnel

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I'm falling into the jaws of my fate...
It's teeth are sharp.
Penetrating my flesh...
Punishing me for things that I've done, or things that I could have done, but didn't.


Though I feel pain, I am not dying...
I'm just falling... falling.
As time grows older, it keeps getting darker.
There is no light at the end of the tunnel.
Only more darkness.

I can hear laughing now...
It is mocking me...
The tunnel is damp.
It is hard to breathe.
The bitter taste of mold is filling my lungs...
And now, the tunnel is getting... thinner...





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