The Pit And The People In It
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Comparing my existence to another’s is a sign of ignoranceI know better than to expect to weather the same things for better or worse that others have feltRepairing the things in my life that are lacking and trying to to maintain dominanceAlmost feels like I am trying to trade in the cards in this life I’ve been dealtThere is so must confusion and dissolution that haunts the days of present and pastRegretting and forgetting and even subletting my mind to moments that never seem to lastBlessed is the person who awoke this dayWhether in a cell or a mansionAt least we are all equally in a state of decayNo matter our position on fashionThe bottom of the pit feels the same to us allNo matter the circumstances that surrounded our fallIn the end we either give up or continue to crawlEver towards the inevitable eternal nightfall.