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falling 11:14 p.m. I'm falling. You used to know what that meant, once. It was like a code. A secret. A promise. "I'm falling." - you'd phone me if you saw it in my diary. You'd catch me. We gave each other rings to promise not to fall. I had to take mine off. I'm falling. You'll never catch me again. It's dark here. It's cold. |
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