Falling Slowly

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On a high beam looking down,

 on a tight rope falling down,

 my feet dragging,

 my mind lagging,

falling slowly behind as I dive farther from sanity.

 losing grip of the real me as the new person in side slowly eats at her.

 making the new me a reality and the old just a faint memory,

 but is this what I want,

 or that pesky voice just trying to take over the life once mine.

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