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What am I going to do with myself
And all the suggestive things I choose to do?
My life, the speed at which it moves, and how I move my fingers;
Based on choices
Which provided consequences
I never really weighed out

Merely in the air
I moved my palms
Up, and then
I moved them
Down
Filled with the gravity

The lethargic, lazy, fat, and ugly
Situation
Threw itself into the air
Over the edge
And I followed.