I am on the edge, and my foot is slipping.
There's someone on the opposite building.
Someone like me.
I wonder if he knows what he is doing.
If his foot is slipping, too.
There's still a cushion.
I'm still afraid of falling.
I wonder if he's afraid, too.
I wonder if he can see my brown eyes.
I wonder if he can feel my desperation.
I wonder if he knows,
That I don't know what the fuck I'm doing.
I wonder if he understands me.
I am on the edge, and my foot is slipping.
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