Here
Dancing on the edge
Familiar ledge, foot in the air
Balance, no slip shoes
Poetic musings
Dancing on the edge
Familiar ledge, foot in the air
Balance, no slip shoes
Falling
Stomach sommersaults
Thoughts
Dead end Delirium
Terrified
Neck deep, can’t swim
Trust
Endless supply of hope within
Habits
Die hard, scared of scars
But we’ve come this far
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