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Kenotia Other

From the top I fell and landed on my face The bottom became my place So far under low you almost couldn't see me Kept falling in and digging holes that

I wonder, can you hear me? Have you been here all this time, right here with me? Or is this all for nothing, am I talking to the air? Nothing here. I

It wasn't time for this, it never is, the minutes, they hide from me, and it's the cruelest game of hide and seek, where all I want is slipping through