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Falling down a rabbit hole, it’s a lost connection to the depth of my soul.

Is this a dream or a nightmare? Should I be running scared?

I’m falling into old familiar places, the scars my finger traces.

And I know that I will bleed again, I’m helpless to defend.

My heart is stirs beneath its prison, and refuses to buy into reason.

Where am I falling, will it be concrete? Or will I walk off on my own two feet?

Will I make a sidewalk pretty splatter? Will this time even matter?

Am I capable of another fall, or will I not make it at all?

And if I do dare give into you, please always tell me what is true.

Will you be my making or my demise? I can only hope to be pleasantly surprised!