On Top of the World

There’s this feeling inside me, deep in my veins, that it’s all up to me, and I control the games. I stand below, underneath it all, but the world is on my shoulders, making It hard to stand tall. I have this feeling spinning in my gut, that I’m not the person anyone should trust. I’m on top of the world, but it’s not what it seems; this ever-so-special Earth is crumbling beneath my feet.





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