《My Life in Ruins ; Poetry》Tight rope walking

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Tight rope walking on a thin cable, one wrong step and I'll fall to my death. Quick, and painless it might not be so bad after all. I pause, just for a moment, to consider what if I did. The wire wobbles under me and my survival instincts tell me "you need to live." I keep stepping, always on edge. It feels as if I've made no progress, and the horizon never ends.

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