Life

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There's no end,
You keep travelling as though it's your souls purpose.
But there no end,
It's a pit and you keep falling and falling and falling.
Noones there to help or save you,
You're alone and have to fix it by yourself. You can't find the strength to leave,
You'll just keep falling to your doom
For all eternity.
There's no escape,
You cannot be released,
You've already fallen too low.

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