Under

I am sinking.

The mud is thick
and I do not have
the energy
to fight against it
this time...

It reaches up to grab,
and slowly pulls me 
under.

I wonder what it looks like,
down below...
I shall find out soon enough,
I fear.

And thus,
I slip away,
disappearing into this
chocolate abyss.

And I almost 
don't even care
anymore...

The times it all seems too big, too much, and we give
up, it can certainly seem like we're sinking into
darkness... and no, we don't care enough to do anything
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