It draws you in. It takes you down. You stand still, at the end of your wits. You cave in. Unnerved. The leaning, the taking, the cleaving —all that has drained what meager strength you have left. So, you start to pull away...

And it tears you apart. Yet, you know more than anyone else, it's the only ground that holds you together. Desperately, you turn your back and run. But still, it finds you. It sucks you back in. Too tired and feeling helpless, you cling to it now. But it doesn't hold you back. There's just coldness. Darkness. And heavy breathing. You cringe and it remains stoic, almost lifeless.

And you know you just can't pull away. Not anymore.


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