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I’ve been here so long,

Time keeps on going.

I think it’s the end,

But the darkness keeps growing.

I thought that by now,

I’d be well on my way,

Out of the night,

Heading towards day.

But further I sink,

And farther I fall.

Vast are these depths,

That make me feel small.

When will I reach it?

Is there no ocean floor?

When I think I have found it,

Always there’s more.