[Life at this point has the tendency to keep falling on my head. It's been trying to make up for itself, though.Ergo, here's some bad poetry!]
Life sloshes,
falling out and
jumping over
cracks in what I
know and what I've done.
(which isn't much) and things keep
spillingover into eachother--
compartments sink like ocean liners,
and it's hard sometimes,
when my head starts to go under
but then something comes along
and I can float.
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