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There is a place where people Go. Enticed by its calling. Jeering Luring, coercing you to tip over. Knowing if you resist you are Killing yourself. A risk between rapturous reception And ruthless regret. The lip of insanity, the troubled Resting place for those who want to Forget and be forgotten. Those who wait on the edge Become ghosts. Tourists. Watching as the world forgets them. Waiting on Others instead of themselves. Those who stay in the middle Forget to look at things from the outside. Central View without outer perspective. Things get broken in there. There is a place where the boundaries End. Where you must get lost to be found. Performing A balancing act between two worlds. But if you walk too close Eventually you’ll just… F a l l o f f.
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Jan 24, 2019
Jan 24, 2019 at 1:30 PM UTC
The Edge of Crazy
There is a place where people Go. Enticed by its calling. Jeering Luring, coercing you to tip over. Knowing if you resist you are Killing yourself. A risk between rapturous reception And ruthless regret. The lip of insanity, the troubled Resting place for those who want to Forget and be forgotten. Those who wait on the edge Become ghosts. Tourists. Watching as the world forgets them. Waiting on Others instead of themselves. Those who stay in the middle Forget to look at things from the outside. Central View without outer perspective. Things get broken in there. There is a place where the boundaries End. Where you must get lost to be found. Performing A balancing act between two worlds. But if you walk too close Eventually you’ll just… F a l l o f f.
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18/F/UK
Jan 24, 2019
Jan 24, 2019 at 1:30 PM UTC
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