I'm falling out of the world we created.
Inch by inch, my grip is slipping.
I'm in love with our eradicated
Reality.
And it feels like tripping.
It feels like rain.
It feels like falling.
It feels insane.
But I'm coming down.
It's letting up.
Each second
Closer to the ground.
Each second
Running out of luck.
I need my fix, my you, my drug.
I'll only need just one more hit..
Of you.
Of us.
Of imaginary love.
So come inside me, fill me up.
Help me forget which way is up.
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