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Mar 2019
oh im falling
faster faster
all again
the life i had started to dim
spinning spinning until i've said
its time for me to go to bed
when did time start to fly on by
causing my words to slur as i
cry in my hands and sink in sand
that leads no place better than land
a flock of a feather will die together
the wings they used to fly will teather
I lost my self blinded by tears
and fears
sheer till i drown in beer
im scared
i have no where
alone
a soul drifting till it is gone
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