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This article is written by a student writer from the Her Campus at Augustana chapter.
Falling
Down
Down
I go.
No one hears my cries
I reach out, hands straight
GraspingÂ
But there is nothing
All alone
Saddened but also at peace
No sounds emit
All is quiet and still