I take that first step and it hurts
Keep going through the glass and the mud,
I think I’m ten steps in front
But I’m five steps behind.
I try to keep you close,
But closed away in the back of my mind.
Scraping
Scratching
Screaming.
Pin me down.
Bring me back
Bend me
Move me.
No.
Leave me.
If I bring you further
The stars start to fall from the sky.
I throw them back up
And try to make them stick,
They do for a while.
Just a while.

A while.

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