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6d
I’m falling behind
Slipping into lost space
I’m losing my mind
I cannot escape

I wish someone would pave the way
But they never do
I wish I’d have something to say
But I never do

I’ll drag them down with me
If no one will help me
I’ll bring them down with me
To a place they call hell

I’m a troubled man
With many fears
But falling behind
Seems the most dear

Everyone’s running
In this race we call life
They run their way retirement
While I walk backwards
Into primitive crimes
Written by
Cercis Walsh  18/M/New England
(18/M/New England)   
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