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Underneath it all

We become so small

We begin to crawl

I can hear it call,

All alone this time around

Sitting in the dark I hear a sound

I hear it, I know it's you

All the pieces start bleeding through,

Creating what I am, I cannot stay

I can feel myself slowly fading away,

The time has come

I rememer all the fun

Good memories persist

But it becomes too much to resist,

My world becoming small

We're not so tough underneath it all.