My Body Is Dropping

I walk the earth without purpose.

I do things that I'm a shamed of.

I became my parents all in one.

I used to be on top now, I'm underneath the bottom.

Ive been recycled with pain and fury.

My body is dropping and there's not a soul to catch me.

 

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