gripping slipping holding falling
cant get a hold of the longing the swirling whirling wishing
weaving wondering worrying heaving grieving
wallowing
worrying
dying
alive nonetheless in it all
go go going on and on dont give up
youll survive
its a hurricane a storm
nothing at all
but a story
thats all
my dear
a story
of it all
in the mess of things
youll rise
above the ashes
and soar
like they all did
in the rush of things
did you lose
your mind?
dont go
itll be alright.
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