If I died tomorrow,
I think that'd be all right with me.

But for some would disagree.

It's funny.
How even those close to me
The ones who grew up in the same exact house
Ate the same food
Have the same amount of play time
Called the same mama,
They lived my life by my side
And know nothing of what it is like to be me.
They can't see how close I am to falling.
Wouldn't matter,
They are no where near close enough to catching me.

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