Falling Up

A new home.

A new world.

A new emptiness,

to fill my head.

Through my thoughts I comb,

And down the hole I swirled.

My head is mutiness,

I'm hanging by a thread.

But without the old dread,

there will be another within my bed.

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And that person is me. :D