Falling Through Life

Life. such a simple word, but what is it?

Where is it going?

What is it missing?

Lost.

What happens now?

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Where do I go?

What do I do?

No. The questions are,

Where CAN I go?

What CAN I do?

Still lost.

I am falling.

The End

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