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| [powerles] |
Things happen.
Around me.
I reach for them but, sometimes when I'm finally able to touch them, they go up in smoke.
Or when I finally grasp them. They decide to go the other way.
I hate it when I'm pathetic.
It's not like the world collapses.
Or that I am not happy.
I'm just happy in a very moderate, tempered way.
Like I'm in a bubble of glass and people are tossing me from the one to the other.
Until they let me fall.
And I break.
I breathe, I choke.
I'll be needing a big tube of glue to mend myself.
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