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Falling

I'm falling
Spinning, plummeting through the air
And I can't see, I can't see
Can't see where I'm going
My head is overflowing
My thoughts are leaking out
Drip, drip, drip
Like a faucet
Confusion and ignorance
Are like knives in my stomach
And hammers in my brain
Making me fearful, making me afraid
Making me wish there was something
My grasping hands could hold on to
As I tumble through
This mysterious night sky
I'm falling, falling, falling
And then I wonder
Why aren't you catching me?



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