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Running through endless tunnels, trying to find a purpose, why I am down here, why every door opens on to an empty room with empty answers and forgotten promises.. I guess that's just life.

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Submitted: December 07, 2011

Round metal thing, gapping mouth open wide,  water drips within the belly. Tunnel.   Mud packed together, ... Read Chapter

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