I’m standing on the edge of this precipice, staring into
thee abyss asking myself, what is this? The end or the beginning, at theend will I be the one winning, standing there crying or grinning, my worldsnot stopped spinning. I’m like a jumping-jack, always heading forward but being held back, feel like I’m stuck in this trap, someone had better give me a slap, get me out of this nap.
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