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Falling

I am falling too fast from
the roof of a ninety story
sky scraper.

I am too tired to keep trying
to find my freedom in this
never-ending world of limitations
and broken dreams.

I've cut myself on angel hair
and lost myself inside hell fire,
shackled as my hope and love was
broken to bits.

Closing my green eyes and enjoying
the rushing air.

I want to keep falling forever
but the concrete is growing too
close to dream more.

My angels wings are bruised and
restrained now, I can no longer
fly back to the top and fall once
more.

I hit the concrete with a sick
crushing crack.

This is the true freedom.
Written by Cinny
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