Challenge
You wake up in a small, dark room. You have absolutely no idea how you got there.
Write a poem or story using the prompt. The winner is the one with the most likes!
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The darkness is pressing,
and I can't breath.
I feel the fear,
the fear of the unknown.
I wonder how I cam here,
but I'm too scared to know.
Is it worse to fear the unknown
or the iniventable?
Since the fear here is blinding,
or maybe that's just the darkness.
I can't see.
I can't breath.
I know nothing.
I am scared.
But theres something else.
Peace. Eternal pea
ce.
I'm comi
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