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Maybe I'm not okay

Strolling down an abyss.
A hand on my shoulder,
"Are you okay?"
Nodding, walked away,
while whispering,
no I won't ever be okay.
The abyss is closer,
Losing my footing,
The end is near,
will a wall come here?





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