Rain
Being pulled from so high
where everything above is brilliant.
Lost control of everything,
along with so many others.
Falling faster towards fate,
along with so many others.
Cold damp grasp has me!
Falling faster towards fate!
Lost control of everything,
cold damp grasp has me,
being pulled from so high.
5/25/2013
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