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Precipice

I'm here.

Not for lack of love

In the world;

But, for lack of love

in myself.

and so I sit

at the precipice

of conviction and doubt

wondering if this next step

brings clarity or doom.

in the end,

sometimes the safest step

is the hardest,

and we spend our lives

rationalizing lies

that we're safest at cliff's edge

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