My life tumbling down a spiraling staircase,
Built with my own two hands.
A staircase as fragile as fine China.
Built by lies and deciet.
sucsh a stair case was never meant to last.
I break every step as I fall.
I shall have to build a new staircase.
A much stronger staircase.
And this time I will build it, straight.
July 29, 1999
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