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their forceful eyes.

people view me
as a falling item;
im something to
look down upon.
and it's going
rapidly.
i am.
the bottom,
without much farther
to go.
their eyes push
me deeper, into
the dark, lonesome
pathway of
Shattered.
my toes can almost
touch.
and my hands
grasp to turn
glared, so i might
make another moment.



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