The Collapse

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Mutating. Changing. Fading into nothing. Hide me. Help me. Save me from uncertainty. I try just a little bit. I fail just a little bit more. Holding onto something never meant for me. I'm drowning, losing all integrity. I want to hold onto you until I feel you breaking. Stay out of my way.

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