the end
my life feels like its ending
im being swallowed and im bending
im bending under the pressure
the pressure of becomeing lesser
lesser then i could ever be
is blurring my vision so now i cant see
i cant see the road before me
but i can't feel the the floor before me
and now im falling endlessly
plz some one help me
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