Seventh

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I was sitting alone
shivering trembling
Cold

Then there was the sun
Scorching and scalding
Burning me alive

And I sat there alone
Freezing and frying
It was all I could do
To not collapse in my crying

Then all sensation was gone
Nothing but an abyss
And here I was unknowingly sitting
On the precipice
Of flying
On the edge
Of dying
Until
I
Jump

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