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I tried to do the things
That made me happy
Everyone of them had lost it's spark
Even the ones I had kept to myself
Were screaming out her name
There was no place for me
To run to
Because I would always
Seek her out
But I broke that safety net
And the knife is still in my hands
So here I am falling
Pretending that I'm flying
Acting like this is all going
According to plan
But the pain in my soul
Refused to let go
I'll eventually land
On the cold concrete floor
I won't pick myself up
Instead I'll just lay as I landed
For the fear of falling as soon
As I start standing
And hope that this floor
Does not sink anymore
-Dynamo (3-15-16)