catch me, I'm falling.
Like a stickshift i'm stalling.
not able to push the breaks, nothing to hold me down.
this feeling is inevitable, shut and unstable.
the air has to lift me up in order for me to stay connected
I'm injected, with a slow burn of affliction. I can barely keep my diction.
been standing straight with an ease of wobbliness,
at least I can have trust in myself to finally address.
the uneasiness to keep in mind
that i'm falling.
falling.
falling.
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