falling down
getting up.
wired to wierd or wired to win.
some strange thing this way commeth.
I saw the house on the cliff
it pitched and creaked during the quake.
my soul left me for a few days
and i walked around aimless.
never clutch chest
so tight you cannot reason with yourself.
I woke up feeling better
dreaming of winning.
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