good things come and go

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Being pulled deeper an deeper into the dark

Swept by the current again an again,

Never getting far from it

Pushing an pulling me

Choking me wit the thickness of it's smoke

trying to escape

Never succeeding

Until one day a light shone through

A hand reached out

A new wind came

Shining, pulling, blowing me somewhere new.

Every time it's near.

But then it disappears

I slip from it's grip

Getting blown back to that fateful smoke

Getting pulled deeper an deeper

The current pushing an pulling me

Getting suffocated by it's smoke

Never leaving

Always stuck

Until again that light shines through

That hand reaches out

The new wind comes back

Forevermore...

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