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holding on for so long trying so hard to stay strong fingers locked in a tight grip slowly, slowly they start to slip suddenly no longer in control onward life continues to roll feeble grasp is broken loose imminent surrender a tightening noose tumbling, falling so far down an ocean of despair in which to drown the fall is blissful time in empty space crash landing in reality is a smack in the face tired, weary, losing hope can't seem to find a way to cope closing out the world so well all anyone will find is an empty shell
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May 12, 2013
May 12, 2013 at 6:10 PM UTC
The Fall
holding on for so long trying so hard to stay strong fingers locked in a tight grip slowly, slowly they start to slip suddenly no longer in control onward life continues to roll feeble grasp is broken loose imminent surrender a tightening noose tumbling, falling so far down an ocean of despair in which to drown the fall is blissful time in empty space crash landing in reality is a smack in the face tired, weary, losing hope can't seem to find a way to cope closing out the world so well all anyone will find is an empty shell
skye-fall-2
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May 12, 2013
May 12, 2013 at 6:10 PM UTC
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