falling apart

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They're like a jenga structure

And as the screams get louder 

The tower starts to shake

The pieces on the top crumble and fall

It knocks over a glass and down I fall

Was the tower ever steady at all

I feel the ground beneath my feet

I shake as I look up

And see the pieces from above fall atop me

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