The Pit
I have lived in the pit of your cruelty
I have slept on the cold, dark ground
with the worms and your guilt
Waiting for some god damn Warmth
My only companion a faceless shadow of a man who would tell me everyday,
"You can leave now"
So I did
The curiosity of you is gone
The pit is tall and wide,
but I can see the sun and feel my heartbeat echoing off the walls
No one belongs in the pit
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