Down, down, further down do I keep on falling Further into the very depths of a deep, dark hole Darkness surrounds me, and holds me in its grip I feel myself spiralling even further out of control Thoughts are becoming ever darker and disturbing Down here there is no future, and there is no hope Just a feeling of helplessness, and of utter despair While losing the will to live, and being unable to cope There is no light down here, and there is no warmth Nothing to offer any comfort, only misery and grief This place is very cold and hostile, and unwelcoming Nobody to offer a helping hand, or any kind of relief

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