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Holding tight, not ready, Over the rail is far. Little ground, unsteady, Falling towards the tar. Weightlessness, sinking down, Never going to stop. In my mind, I will drown, 'Fore I spill a drop.
Falling through the sky at a million miles an hour,. An Exhilarating journey right down to the bottom,. I fell from my high fortress my self built tower,.
I'm going to hang my feelings with a rope tonight. Maybe on my way down I'll catch a bride. One who can assure me I'm doing alright. Someone who I can hang onto until I stop this ride.
#movement. You took the blame. Along with the shame. Swallowed the pain. And it hurt again. How does it feel. Now it's all too real. You've made the call. And you've taken the fall. They say 'thanks'.
(this was originally published on my other account but i wanted to share its meaning to me) The hole fell far beneath them as they stood staring down it. Straggly roots sprouted from its sides.
I feel myself slipping again As I claw at the dirt That lines the hungry, bottomless pit Full of quicksand of black and hurt.