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I find myself free falling pulled by gravity watching the ground slowly sneak up on me and if I knew a way to slow my fall maybe it would be your arms that caught my all but you seem disinterested distracted by the sky I'm just another spec of dust something that's in abundace to find
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Jan 21, 2015
Jan 21, 2015 at 10:02 AM UTC
(gravity)
I find myself free falling pulled by gravity watching the ground slowly sneak up on me and if I knew a way to slow my fall maybe it would be your arms that caught my all but you seem disinterested distracted by the sky I'm just another spec of dust something that's in abundace to find
But then again, maybe I'm not.
hayleyqsick
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34/F/American
Jan 21, 2015
Jan 21, 2015 at 10:02 AM UTC
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