Breaking Through The Atmosphere
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The weight of silence presses down,
clouds stretch like weary hands,
holding me back,
holding me in.
Breath is thinner here,
the world below shrinking,
a whisper of what was,
a memory dissolving in light.
Beyond the last barrier,
nothing pulls-
only motion, only vastness,
only the endless unknown.
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