Sinking Into the Abyss

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        Air nothing but my fare, flows gently like others with a glare.

The wind Pushes, Rushes, I fumble,

I rise, & fall but yet tend to move past it all. Spring gives it a ring. 

Summer oh the fun as you run, run, & run, Fly high to the sky.

Forward toward an uncertain Abyss,

Im destined to risk or hit,

I exist for a reason or a season.

Water drips it slowly leads me to my Abyss,

like how a teen girl cuts her wrists,

the look on her face makes me fly at my own risk.

I am at the center to enter an Abyss, but I'll take this final Hit.

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