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"Everything in space is technically always falling," My science teacher once told me.
 
He said that there must be a greater force to stop movement and that forces are always acting upon us. Equal forces? No movement.

We are all products of equal forces. Always falling but standing up because our feet were made to push against this earth.

Our hearts were made to beat, march, flutter, skip, and drop.

      We were created to destroy ourselves and there's not denying it. Our self destruction is not acknowledged though because matter is neither created nor destroyed.
 
The skin that I wear makes me wish that I could defy the law of conservation of mass and let my unwanted layers fall off. To lose an atom or two.

To let the weight on the scale drop until I am no longer a human but a speck of dust.

I long to be something that I will never be.

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