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The Water Kept Rising, Until There Was Nothing But

There's a hole in the world that is kept a secret.
The wick on this candle needs to be constantly wet.
If we let our guard down, we would surely die next.
There's a hole in the floor of the ocean.
There is room for a dozen baby's coffins.
The fish down there don't bite anymore.
They just steal you and make you wish for death.
Can you compare the vitality between your life and nature's?
You'll lose that argument every time it's mentioned.
Written by knifesalesmen
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