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Jan 2020
Slipping somewhere cold,
My grip is forever lost.
How long is the fall?
Whenever I look down from a high place, I don't get scared, I have two thoughts: 1, the thought to resist the temptation to jump, and 2, "how far down is that, it looks really cool to see so far down!"
Ayn
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Ayn  20/M/Wherever I May Roam
(20/M/Wherever I May Roam)   
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     ---, melancholy and Stratus
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