cloud 9 turned into strangers

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you drove me ecstatically high in the
clouds.

about to reach the top, my reluctant soul was hastily trusting you entirely, turning our heads up from the terrifying high ground.

you stopped caring for me and you took a treacherous dive down, plummeting to the bottom.

back to the start as strangers,
your name screams danger.

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