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Look around at the mess we've made

confetti everywhere, filling the air

with cheerful dreariness

I will drown in it

my dreams, my fears

to treat, to swim, 

It's a constant term

a constant flow

a constant...

 

no.

 

I won't sink, I'm too light

left with nothing inside me, 

my fears are what I'm swimming in

They're what keeping me alive

I float, I fly like a kite

I soar above the ground

above the rivers of my sorrow, 

I know

It's only fears that weigh us down.






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