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Jul 2021
sometimes
when the waves
in my mind
are crashing
too loud
i imagine
falling
through an
endless expanse
of clouds
with
my back
to the earth
and
the cold
wind biting
at my fingertips
as an
endless mist
of white
billows
past me
and I fall
down
down
down
through the
infinite sky
heading towards
nothing
at
all.
Written by
strawberry-cigarette  19/F
(19/F)   
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