Tumble, tumbling, and mumbling noise. I'm tumbling loosely, tightly and then I'm free coming down this hill. I feel like I'm tied to a brick. I feel like I'm tied to wings. I'm falling slowly. I lift off quickly too. I can't find the things I'd thought I'd find. I keep looking for something, trouble that I knew I'd find, but find myself lost in
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