It's getting closer.
I can feel it.
The bottom.
What a lonely place to be.
What a rocky trip this is.
What cruel fate awaits me.
Or at least this me;
There's another one of those apparently.
Another that is angry,
That is mad and that is getting fed-up with being so oppressed.
Another that wishes to speak,
Another that longs to breath.
She pushes me to speak out of turn.
She pushes me to seek out air.
It's getting closer!
I can feel the shift in the air,
the changing currents of the underlying tides.
I'm scared the fall will hurt..
Not only me but those around me.
I feel like a ticking time bomb and there is no way to stop it,
to subdue it to avert it.
It's getting closer.
It's almost over.
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