Something undone, written while losing focus in class:
The cold singes my skin in such a way
That I cannot help but feel,
If I were not alone today,
This same world would fail to be real.
To float around with the drops of rain,
Falling fast towards the ground.
I guess I cannot feel their pain,
As I can never fall that far down.
Gravity will hold me up
As long as I can keep
Myself from losing all hope:
The spark before the sleep.
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