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From time to time,
I’ll find myself testing the water,
Reaching out, gaining hope
And losing dignity.

It’s like a moth to a flame
But I must be more resilient
Because here I am again.

I’ve put it down to this and that,
And explained it away
- For that day -
And today?
I blame low gravity.

Too far away from everything,
But closest to you
- Just as, things can be better,
Without getting good.

I realise I'm not saying anything,
But I have to speak.