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Rise and Fall
we were built on the trembling foundation
of mutual sorrow and midnight whispers,
sustaining ourselves on a reservoir of tears.
you were always on the edge of the rooftop,
and I was there to catch you before you fell,
but did you ever stop for a moment,
and think about the honest dysfunction
of the blueprint itself?
our architect was nothing but chemical,
our brains filled up with eraser shavings,
draft upon draft in the prenatal stages,
and we still weren't right when we came out.
it was onward and upward, faster than us:
proceed with the building plans,
let us tear ourselves down when the time comes.
but somehow I was able to rise above,