my grip is slipping,
and falling scares me.
my world is fading away.
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writing was an escape but even now words slip off the paper like tear drops.

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                  dis C ord
                        H ell
                   an A rchy
              turm O il
             lawle S s

I am invisible
I am a prop
I am the background
I am Pandora's Box
I am unknown
I am tired
I am a shoulder
I am coaching
I am yours sincerly