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Gravity


Gravity, taking me, holding me down Flowingly, vibrantly, shaking me upside down Oxygen surrounding and invading my lungs Could this be the end when it has just begun? And I can't take the contradictions Leading me to believe what is not reality And although I fought to see I am still blind Roaming, seeking, hoping to find An underline meaning, or something divine I found while searching a sturdy blank wall I leaned against it, unknowingly knowing that it would make me fall And I can't take the misconceptions Leading me to believe what is not reality And although I fought to see I am still blind A whirlpool of thought surrounds me A hailstorm of doubt cascades And although I fought to see I am still blind
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