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Imagine a deep well.. It smells like mud and stagnant water.. The walls are slimy so you can't climb up.. There's a enough cold water so you can't curl up and get warm.. When you look up all you can see is a ripped rope that you'll never reach.. You can't see the light because there's fog covering the top.. It's dark and you're alone.. It's hopeless to try any more. You've tried to climb, but you're tired.. Your eyes don't cry tears anymore.. Your soul weeps softly as it knows there's nothing you can do to satisfy it's needs.. You scream until you lose your voice... But nobody is there to hear you.. Nobody to help you.. There's not enough water to drown in.. You have to starve to death. But it won't be the starvation that kills you... You absorb into the walls of the well.. Becoming another piece if the hell that someone else will end up.. I call this well "Oblivion"