|seventy eight|

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you said together
we will go through this.
but somewhere down the road
in the rain
while the sky screamed and flashed its anger
you've let go of my hand
and went through it alone
leaving me lost
with a hint of amnesia.

my tightrope's snapped,
and i'm falling.
i've felt the clouds
and the sun heating my skin
and the blast of cold air
and a moment of worry,
if now,
if anyone would ever catch me,
if now,
if i will be falling and people will step aside,
just so i could fall and never open my eyes.

and the answer came.
along with darkness. 


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