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Well

i'm closed in a deep well of my thoughts

and only observe what happens outside

then i fall at high speed and my soul beats against a sharp stone

sometimes i manage to scramble to light

but it doesn't last long

until i'm pushed there back again

welcome home
Written by pugna
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