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The Edge

I'm standing at the edge of this mountain,

Where going back is not an option,

And there's no ground beneath my feet at the next step forward,

All I can do from here is fly,

Or fall, a voice of my own says silently.

And in that moment of I hear whispers,

That tell me to hold the ground,

And stay,

Just stay,

Because maybe I shouldn't fly,

Or fall for that matter,

Maybe I should just stay,

Where I am,

At the edge of the mountain.


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