it feels like the edge. all the time.
almost like i will be pushed off any moment now.
crashing and burning is only a blink away.
it scares me but i keep walking towards the edge.
it is not the thrill that attracts me.
it's the attraction that thrills me.
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we bumped into each other last night.
he said he's living well.
asked if i was.
we missed each other. it was docile. it was peace. it was white.
it was only but a dream.



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