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I feel I am close to the edge of a cliff. The drop is huge and the sea churns. I play tag with the wind and my hair flaps like a wild thing, like wings. I am so close, so close, but death does not seem the threat it should be.

At times like this, I am a slave to my thoughts; I can't fight the bad ones and the good get stuck at the back, as caught as I am.

Pills can't cure this numb. They lull me to sleep like the sounds that fed me lies while I ran in loops as a child. I'm close to loops again, but the cliff stops me dead.

Oh... A joke... I made a joke... As if life is not a joke, a lie; as if life tells us a grain of truth ones on this whole damn trip.

Description
I feel I am close to the edge of a cliff. The drop is huge and the sea churns. I play tag with the wind and my hair flaps like a wild thing, like wings. I am so close, so close, but death does not seem the threat it should be.

At times like this, I am a slave to my thoughts; I can't fight the bad ones and the good get stuck at the back, as caught as I am.

Pills can't cure this numb. They lull me to sleep like the sounds that fed me lies while I ran in loops as a child. I'm close to loops again, but the cliff stops me dead.

Oh... A joke... I made a joke... As if life is not a joke, a lie; as if life tells us a grain of truth ones on this whole damn trip.