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This is complete wreckage. A hopeless place that no light escapes without first being dulled to a dry pulp. You can make it out alive because its purpose is not to kill you, but to take and take and take until you lose yourself inside of its nothingness. It’s not even a black hole. It’s an abyss, that makes you continue to fall with nothing to grab onto, nothing to ease you of the constant pain. It only increases once you get used to the abuse. And when you feel like you can’t take it anymore it gives you a little more to take. Hell, she might actually be Hell. Hell has a name and I dare not say, because I can never fully escape, but I stand up straight as I continue to fall.
This is complete wreckage. A hopeless place that no light escapes without first being dulled to a dry pulp. You can make it out alive because its purpose is not to kill you, but to take and take and take until you lose yourself inside of its nothingness. It’s not even a black hole. It’s an abyss, that makes you continue to fall with nothing to grab onto, nothing to ease you of the constant pain. It only increases once you get used to the abuse. And when you feel like you can’t take it anymore it gives you a little more to take. Hell, she might actually be Hell. Hell has a name and I dare not say, because I can never fully escape, but I stand up straight as I continue to fall.