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4h
I flee to the hill's quiet peak,
Gaze down where the depths unfold,
Knowing they could swallow me whole.

That knowing steadies my breath-
A whispered pact with the abyss,
A fragile claim to control.
whenever i feel like i've lost control, this is the way i redeem it
Lukas Buijs
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Lukas Buijs  17/M/Netherlands
(17/M/Netherlands)   
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