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What if I fell? What if I fell and never stopped? Could I fall through time Could I exist only within myself? Then what would happen if I did stop? Suspended in midair, Would I find beauty or worthlessness? Would I find life within my reach Right then and there? Or would I see that everything is nothing That I am, yet I am not. Am I trapped inside my skin? Am I trapped in a prosthetic body, A prosthetic society? If I lay on the ground And took a breath Would the world breathe with me? Could I become a piece of nature Could I just simply be? Why do I search for pointless meanings? If I found the answers, would I be happy Or even more alone? Whys and what ifs cloud my head The haze is a gentle push To be more than it is that I am I feel nothing, yet I feel every little thing Why won't I accept? Why do I swim in possibilities That pull me back and forth? Dancing around in numbness Yet emotions sit right next to me Entertaining the idea That this is all that's left
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Mar 31, 2021
Mar 31, 2021 at 7:39 PM UTC
Unanswered Questions
What if I fell? What if I fell and never stopped? Could I fall through time Could I exist only within myself? Then what would happen if I did stop? Suspended in midair, Would I find beauty or worthlessness? Would I find life within my reach Right then and there? Or would I see that everything is nothing That I am, yet I am not. Am I trapped inside my skin? Am I trapped in a prosthetic body, A prosthetic society? If I lay on the ground And took a breath Would the world breathe with me? Could I become a piece of nature Could I just simply be? Why do I search for pointless meanings? If I found the answers, would I be happy Or even more alone? Whys and what ifs cloud my head The haze is a gentle push To be more than it is that I am I feel nothing, yet I feel every little thing Why won't I accept? Why do I swim in possibilities That pull me back and forth? Dancing around in numbness Yet emotions sit right next to me Entertaining the idea That this is all that's left
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Mar 31, 2021
Mar 31, 2021 at 7:39 PM UTC
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