I'm descending
the shoot partially open
I think about us
but my brain is broken
I will hit bottom
fast approaching
time moves slow
my heart is aching
my life was complicated
wanted to make it right
you lost the trust in me
Now ... it's too late
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Author:
George Rosnek (
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