It’s official, I’m falling. Deep, down, the symbolic rabbit hole. It’s like there’s never a bottom, and every time I think “I can’t get any lower,” down I plummet, further and further into the abyss. I could scream, but either no one hears me or no one cares to listen. I’m tired of this constant fear, I’d rather just hit the base and find my way back up, but I can’t help falling, falling, falling.
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