Weak
Chills run down along my spine
I steadily anticipate my sign.
Trying to figure out where to stand
Don't know where I'm falling; just hope to land.
My thoughts are spiraling out of control
Looking for an answer deep in my soul.
I'm on a road with nowhere to go.
Yet I wonder why I feel so low.
A feeling of terror enters my heart
and I feel it only when
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