I feel trapped
inside of my
mind,
were hazy memories
and
fairytales
dance
to
the sound
of
words
waiting
to be
spoken.
And I’m
falling now,
fingertips scrabbling
for a small imperfection,
to so I can pull myself up and stop the fall,
not wanting to live
the hardships ahead as
I plummet to the ground.
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