I feel like the ground is moving beneath me.
Nothing is steady.
If only I had something to hold on to.
This isn't flying.
This isn't even floating.
This is falling.
Apr 13, 2012
Apr 13, 2012 at 6:28 PM UTC
I feel like the ground is moving beneath me.
Nothing is steady.
If only I had something to hold on to.
This isn't flying.
This isn't even floating.
This is falling.
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