The farther I rise, the slower it gets. Up to the pinnacle, and then it forgets. It folds back on itself, and I am reborn. A big, brand new baby with a nosebleed. The closer you are, the quicker it hits. It gathers your pieces, and blows them to bits. Thrown back into space, to settle again. A new kind is ready, and then it begins
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