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Devil’s Den


Denser. Denser. Denser.

Into the forest, I walked.


Down. Down. Down.

I descended into thought.

Deeper. Deeper. Deeper. The Earth drew around. Darker. Darker. Darker. Where could I be found?


Devil. Devil. Devil. Here I called out.


Devine. Devine. Devine.

I needed to believe in myself.