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Falling down

And falling though this casam

Is like flying down a drain

Rushing like the water

Falling hard like rain

In the depths is darkness

We all appear the same

And all our skin is harshness

Burning us insane

 

my fingers graze the wall

But there’s no where to hold on

It is because we want to fall

Through this hole that we belong

◄ Being a Fly

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