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Apr 24
I walk, unsteady.
legs shaking,
my face deathly pale,
voice losing its tone.
I fall down, but i get up,
cant stop myself from falling,
the floor beneath sinking,
looking for a steady ride.
that doesnt exist these days.
the wheels always fall off,
all comes crashing.
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