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If i jumped would any one care.

Or would anyone I know actually try and dare.

To maintain a shroud of love.

Or try and masquerade as an angel sent from above.

Falling till i hit the ground or a car which ever be first.

As my appetite for blood grows abundant in thirst.

For what hmmm???? Let me think for a few.

With all this rain falling on me as if I begin to mildew.

Now what damn it the coroners have yet to show.

As i feel air intruding in my lungs almost like someone started to blow.

I open my eyes I'm still against that wall looking down.

For i haven't fallen for real only in my mind am I on the ground.