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Falling waitng to fly

I feel as if I’m floating in a vacuum,
an empty space without you.

I can not stop from falling.
I can, but refuse to reach out.

My refuge is an arm’s length.
Yet, I push it away.

I can not stop from calling.
I can but I refuse to shout.

Afraid me of myself.
Afraid to need to much.

I try to fly.
Alone.

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