Falling. Falling. That's what he was doing. Falling. Continuously falling. He had been falling for days. And he was still falling, the end nowhere in sight. Falling. Falling. The wind flew past his face, stripping away everything that made him happy, leaving only sadness. Never ending hopelessness. Falling. Painful falling. Falling. People who were there to help just disappeared. The never ending sadness twisted and wrapped around him, a suffocating sheet. He choked and yet he couldn't die. Falling.
Falling.
Falling.
Always falling.
Falling and suffocating.
Never ending.
Never dying.
Pain.
Hopelessness.
Sadness.
A downwards spiral.
Falling.
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Intricacies; oneshots
Randomoneshots, many will be bxb or emotional blurbs; the beginning ones are cube
