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Times from before,
pile up from the floor,
stacking up to heights,
blocking out the lights,
unable to see though,
cannot find what to do,
overwhelmed by dust,
to get through it i must,
digging the way out,
by pushing things about,
finally finding the end,
but that is all pretend,
it will never stop,
until dead i drop,
but i am too strong,
and try not to get it wrong,
so remain here i wait,
for a steered turn of fate.