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Quicksand
I feel like I’m sinking,
falling down towards hell.
Well every breath I take,
I sink a little more.
I think of her,
a foot I sink.
I think about fighting the hate,
and once more I sink n the muck.
I’m sinking too far.
I’m in over my head.
It’s starting to suffocate me.
It’s like quicksand.
The only way out is up,
but I keep going down.
With ever thought of her,
with ever crushed dream,
I sink down.
Yet, again it’s getting too deep.
it’s at my neck.
I got to get out,
but how do I do it?
This is too thick.
Its sucking me in,
there’s no way out.
I just have to stop,
and let it suck me in.
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