EMO POEM 3

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Everything's changing,
Everything's slipping.

I might be here,
I might be there.

I am from here,
But I know I belong there.

I feel like I'm falling,
I feel like I'm failing.

If we could just stay near,
Then maybe there wouldn't be such fear.

The fear of fitting in,
Without the fear of standing out.
The fear of wanting more,
Without the fear of getting less.
The fear of standing still,
Without the fear of losing balance and falling down.

Everything's changing,
Everything's slipping.

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