darkness
I can see it all around me,
the deep deaths of suffocation
the pits of eternal falling
the sight of a blind man
I can sense it all around me,
the never ending attempts
the tantalizing hopelessness
the daunting tasks
I can foresee it in my future,
the never ending spiral case of debt
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