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desent

 

 

gaze into the void

ignore the noise

consuming chemicals to break the seal

starting gun prompts the drop

 

blackness but not quite

its beautiful without my vision despite

instead of turning heel

I stay and investigate

nothing good lives here

 

flashes of tunnels and objects

using my third eye to project

the things whisper to me to die

they say I should die

they say I should die

they say it's better this way

 

falling

it's dark

it's just me here

it's better this way

hell ►

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