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Slipping Through My Cracks
clawing at
the plastic bag
over my face
in way
over my
depth
watching
the cracks
appear slowly
gain a foot hold
inside
my mind
bouncing
off walls
like a maniac
straighjacket
is the fashion
of the day
lego bricks
tumble
down
like paper houses
hit by a
hurricane
dreams used
to hold back
the tide of reality
now they
just underline
a living nightmare
the plastic bag
over my face
in way
over my
depth
watching
the cracks
appear slowly
gain a foot hold
inside
my mind
bouncing
off walls
like a maniac
straighjacket
is the fashion
of the day
lego bricks
tumble
down
like paper houses
hit by a
hurricane
dreams used
to hold back
the tide of reality
now they
just underline
a living nightmare
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