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the sun somehow became smaller,
darkness increased it's opacity.
tell me, is this what it feels like,
to fall into our own pity?

i've never seen this before,
the soil under my home.
i can't move nor roam.

i had no reason to fall.
back then i was tall.

i'm now a sinkhole.

- remy

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