You forget to breath down there.
Dystopia is normalized.
The sickness growing across your skin;
Surrounded by filth,
Breathing on you,
Whispering cynical words
That poison the water.

Anyone can leave,
But no one has the will.
Someone has to want to
Come down for you;
Take you up by force.

But when you feel the fresh air
Filling your lungs;
It doesn't have to be like that.
You can be free
If you want to.

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