the end

my life feels like its ending 

im being swallowed and im bending

im bending under the pressure

the pressure of becomeing lesser

 lesser then i could ever be 

is blurring my vision so now i cant see

i cant see the road before me 

but i can't feel the the floor before me

and now im falling endlessly

plz some one help me

This poem is about: 
Me

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