My Thousands Steps

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Nine hundred steps into a black scary hole.

My hands were sweaty and smelly.

I was so scared.

I was breathing fast.

As if I had just gotten chased by cops.

I want only one thing in this world.

To take one step back and redo everything I did before.

I wish I had just went up and curled up with Polly.

I had stitches in my stomach that are tingling me.

I go down two steps yesterday.

I went down three more steps today. I

I was so scared to enter the cellar,

But I am down the cellar know.





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