Bleh Slipping, sliding, falling The infinite void is calling To feel darkness' embrace To hide my panic stricken face Like some flotsam on the waves No control of things these days With rocks for the waves to break My glass smile is harder to fake To be unbound, happy and free What I would give to feel like me Isolated, cut off yet surrounded by others Never show them, my sisters and brothers It's dark here and it's cold Is this just how it is, or part of getting old Answer me, I'm calling, can you not hear me? Help.
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