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their forceful eyes.

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

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