It feels like I am falling.
Falling out of love.
Falling out of luck.
Falling into a deep depression.
Falling out of place.
Falling; never thriving.
But I know now that with time it’ll
all be just a passing phase.
They say the righteous fall seven
times but we always rise again.
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