Another scream,
from the bottom of the well,
An echo in the
darkness,
Still exists from,
the day I fell.
If a tree falls in the forest,
and no one heard it,
did it really fall?
If I vanish right now,
did I ever exist at all?
If I jump from my cliff,
If I escape from my cage,
will I pull through,
will there be another page?
This darkness blocks out everything,
except my questions.
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