The blackness chases me; relentless in its pursuit...
Like a falling wall of guilt, I could not repute...
Anxiety grips me at every turn...
I'm in an endless cave with a dark lantern...
It's like looking up from an empty grave...
Like being terrified, but acting brave...
I have thrown away all I had...
There's no returning fate; it's ironclad...
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