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May 2019
On the edge of sanity
I teeter
Never sure which side
I’m leaning towards
But the edge
It burns
It’s unbearable
To be taunted by the voices
Calling from below
Whispering, beckoning
But I’m gripping reality
Too tightly
To fall in
Even though
Something within
Would like nothing more
Than sweet release
Empire
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Empire  21/F/Sol III
(21/F/Sol III)   
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   Mark S and ---
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