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In a pit of fire

Death comes faster

Than I thought

Towards the end we both run

For a way out

In the middle of loneliness

We dive through the doorway

Of spikes

We grab for the door

Not wanting to die

We get to it

Someplace new

Someplace better

Someplace awesome

Then we see it

An air conditioned house

Called happiness

We both run for it

And we meet somewhere in the middle