Natural selection

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I’m trying to hold on
But these winds are so strong
I hope you can protect me
Soon
They say it's all an illusion
But they’re not listening
I’m falling
Oh no-
Cynical reactions
Never could save anyone
I’m at mercy of the breeze
Help me
It looks frightening
This giant mirror below
On this water, I’m alone
Spinning
Current situations bleak
My life tree lost me
I’m floating too fast
I’m soaked
Rolling beneath the surface
Ripples are now churning
I can’t hear myself think
Drowning
It's almost over
One final plunge
The underworld is ugly
I’m...gone


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