Cusp

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Plagued by your thoughts

You can't seem to get it out of your head

That everyone would rather see you dead

You want to run away

But nowhere would be far enough

On the cusp of the edge of the earth

You fall off

Instead of plummeting, you float there

In the dark, it's pitch black

You try to find your way back

No matter the direction you go

It leads you to no roads

Just darkness

Surrounding you

Consuming you

Leaving you alone, in your head

Drifting further and further

Losing yourself more and more

Until you can't even remember your name

You'll never be the same

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⏰ Last updated: Aug 07, 2022 ⏰

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