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Dec 2020
I dont know what I am falling in,
Is this the feeling that is so cherished by all,
Is this the thing that mesmerizes and baffles?
I feel it, I know I feel it,
But then it turns it's ugly head and strikes,
One,
Two,
Please stop,
Three,
I reach out for anything,
Scraping the walls,
The pain is put aside,
I need out,
But the tiniest of beats grows from memories,
Lives off emotions,
Becomes dreams.
Written by
Nick Rigby
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