Im
quickly
falling
off
my
broken
chipped
wall.
One
side
holds
the
same
hell
as
before,
The
other
holds
great
uncertainty.
I
can't
decide
where
I
want
to
.
.
.
.
Fall.
Nov 10, 2014
Nov 10, 2014 at 8:14 PM UTC
Im
quickly
falling
off
my
broken
chipped
wall.
One
side
holds
the
same
hell
as
before,
The
other
holds
great
uncertainty.
I
can't
decide
where
I
want
to
.
.
.
.
Fall.
This was really hard to make.
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