higher and higher up
brought down by rain
washed away whatever weighed me down
but together with it took me down
droplets
through my hair
down my face
down my neck
over my chest
clothes clung like cling wrap
trickles
streams
down
for how long
head hung low
tears flowed
dealt yet with another blow
again left in the cold
will you be bold
hold on to your soul
against what you know
what courage
just a mirage
you see it
but it aint there
you punch it
but its all air
placed faith in it
but it aint fair
til then
for now
i don't know what is and isn't there
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