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I've tripped and fallen

I lost the edge today

And now i am crawlin

So much to say

Yet so little time

If my sadness were to cry

It would be a crime

If i were to spread my wings and fly

I would split the edge of time

There is never really an end

An end to what i thought was me

As i descend

To what i thought i would be

I begin to crawl

As i begin to break

And through it all

Is all i can take

Pressure building up inside

Falling to deep

I can only hide

Into a deep sleep

Enjoy the ride

I make no rhyme or reason

This i know

It is the time of season

For me to go