Freefalling, freefalling, my life rushes by,
Though it feels to me long, was the blink of an eye.
Daydreaming, daydreaming, as a young child I grew,
With no distinguishing marks between me and you.
I’m growing, I’m growing, came the secondary stage,
Hormones rushed through me with sadness and rage.
I’m crying, I’m crying, alone in my bed,
Beneath the dark sky...
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