My Fall

To the bottom, to the very bottom I fell,
like a well of sand
where pain appears
instead of water,
since I left my village.
My heart feels pain in the mornings
every time I look around
Why do I find myself in these lands?
-I say inside of me-
and I go to sleep
in someone else's bed
whose name I can't remember.

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