Literally Newt - ∞: doors closed, problems solved, things resolved

Just how much cyanide can an apple seed hold
Tell me I'm truly desperate to know
And how many things can a person see
Before they cease to be
Imagine all the pressure
Lyin' in wait to get ya
At the bottom of the Mariana Trench
Imagine how much you'd weigh
And yet every day
There are creatures living in those depths

Written by:
Elias Azano-Brown

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