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 The Pit

There's traps every day humanity can't see,
they're holes we fall into that won't let us be free.
Some holes existed before you and I,
others created by wondering why.
Why is the answer not the question at hand,
that allows us to wonder and adds to life's plan.
Did you ever ask yourself why over and over again?
reliving an event on a path back to where it begins.
Then you're trapped in a hole that you have created,
leaving you with no thoughts to become gestated.
If you tell a friend how one has wronged you,
the more times you tell it the more pain you go through.
Sometime dropping things can be a hard thing to do,
but if you don't learn how, the holes will consume you.

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