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Grasping to the past

Dank worries lead me down

Into a passage I had made

But remembered not.

Why I made it

I'll never know,

But since it was made

I'm forced to enter it.

Nobody follows

Although all are willing

Some things must be done

On one's own.

It's my own damn fault

I'm stuck in this mess

And that is why I'm stuck

In this dank morass.

I released my guilt

And found it is suddenly easier

To travel in the darkness

If you remember to flip the lightswitch.

Slainte

John-Boy