Falling - by Noctuary
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I found out that I’m falling
Even in my dreams I fall
I awake
Walk about
Don’t dare look down
My ground below is gone
But I’m not walking on a cloud
So I think my way out
Count my way up
Holding tight to the bus rail
Where is help?
There must be someone
I go to her
Help me
My hand hits hard against the glass
My reflection falls
