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Holding on

Desperately holding on to something,
in the last hour ,
you dont know ,
it let you go ,
it already had a hold of you ,
before you knew ,
gone before you could cower .
Youve slipped away,
on the appointed day ,
nobody escapes the stairwell tower.
Life the compulsory addiction ,
post existence the impossible prediction .
Running away from the spiritual crew ,
you dont know that before you were born ,
it already had you .
We are reaching for a life with no pain ,
maybe we can on another plain.
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