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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