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Falling. Falling. Falling. Regret fills the mind. A quarter of the way down, I think about my family. Halfway down, I remember that I never called my sister. Nearly there now; I realize that every single problem can be solved. A porcelain figure shatters on the pavement. A heel grinds it into dust. Attention. I drift. There are stars. I see stars. Stars.

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Date: 8/23/2017 1:30:00 AM
Beautifully written. I see the spiralling down, sadness in there. Welcome to PoetrySoup :)
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Date: 8/22/2017 9:22:00 PM
I could feel the sadness in these words as I read. Beautifully written, Fiona!
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Fiona Kaldeway
Date: 8/22/2017 9:27:00 PM
Thank you!