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I feel trapped
inside of mymind,



were hazymemories
and 
fairytales dance

to 
the sound
 of

words 
waiting


to be 
spoken.

And I'm

falling now,

fingertips scrabbling

for a small imperfection,

to so I can pull myself up and stop the fall,

not wanting to live

the hardships ahead as

I plummet to the ground.