Landslide buries
The weight is overwhelming
Breath comes short
I set up my walls
You dismantled them
And you got inside
Carved me hollow
With precession
Empty shell
I try to move on
Darkness is blinding
Light is cold
Up is flat, hard
Down is open, spacious
No sense of reality
All is lost
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