Fallen
We fight to get to great heights,
We struggle through pain in vain to maintain,
one slip and that's it,
We're BROKEN...
We struggle through pain in vain to maintain,
one slip and that's it,
We're BROKEN...
Fallen
If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.
Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.
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