Disclaimer: I own nothing save my fragile little mind.
Author's Notes: Don't ask. I don't know.


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I'm spiriling down
Into a pit of oblivion.
The best and worst
At everything I do.
Happiness stands as the
Most fragile thing.
Life swings everywhere,
With no pattern.
But everything is
Going down.
There are people
Here with me.
Are they friends?
Or fellow travelers?
Do they care?
Do I?