The flood of ants seem like they can not be stopped. Everything grows heavier around me. It feels like a million ants laying dead on top of me. Maybe it feels more like quicksand, swallowing me whole.
No matter what I do, what I try the ants keep coming back. They disappear for a moment, but soon they come back. Chemicals only stop them from coming from one way, but they bore holes through the walls and find some where else to be. Killing by hand destroyed one, but I would have to keep killing over and over again and it never seemed to stop the deluge. Soon I ran out of chemicals, and the killing became too much, I was left with nothing but ants.
"Sinking into oblivion, deeper into the pit in my soul, I sink."
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