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Alone is Home.

Hours on hours
I spend in this pit.
This pit, the epitomy
of wretchedness.
The sights, the sounds,
the people
all fucking disgust me.
Feet sinking in the mud,
tretching on, to absolutely
NOWHERE.
Sinking feet, sinking feeling.
I am gone.
Written by kissthesky
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