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Sep 2018
I shiver on the edge of the precipice.
I must leap. I must choose.
But freedom offers no support;
it is transparent, pure possibility.
I suffer from the anxiety of nothing,
literally no-thing.
Yet it paralyzes me.
I try to leap; I fiercely will it.
But I only fall,
headlong into the abyss.
Arlice W Davenport
Written by
Arlice W Davenport  M/Kansas
(M/Kansas)   
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