climbing,
pulling,
clawing,
digging,
exhausted by it all,
the light is slowly fading,
my life is slowly slipping,
into the endless pit,
into a world of darkness,
struggling,
straining,
draining,
weakening,
as the pull is too strong,
I can’t hold on,
all I want to do it let go,
but,
vengeance,
it’s keeping me strong,
strong enough to carry on.
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