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Jan 2014
She said too much.
She made me believe.
And I still want to believe.
But I keep falling and
falling and
falling and
falling into
this never ending abyss
she's created
for me.
It's getting really dark down here. The wind is swooshing through my ears. Getting used to this falling feeling. Still hoping something will catch me. If I die though, I won't even notice. I'm sure it will be instant. I've been accelerating for miles.
Sam Conrad
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Sam Conrad
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