In this abstract moment
standing alone
fighting voice to my demise
~I reside
A shell,
not empty, yet lacking content.
No one to hear my fall
~plummet
wave upon wave.
This restless spirit
~dancing.
Fighting
always fighting.
Air is thin,
visibility nonexistent
yet flickers of life continue
despite unusual circumstances
~And I wonder how
I still stand.

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