Fiction

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I'm sinking deeper

There's no one even there

Starting to do more thinking

I don't think I even care

I'm but a drip upon a painting

A book amongst a library

Surely if I took to a leaving

No one would really miss me

But that's selfish and untrue

A lie I tell myself

Of course someone cares,

I'm just confused as to who

My head is lost in the clouds

Maybe it'd be better stuck underground

My biggest scream for help

Ironically makes no sound.

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