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i'm trying to fathom the bottom
but i never once saw it
it seems inevitable.
i'll go over the edge again.
still, i cling desperately
standing close to the edge
i grasp nothing but fragile masks
and empty words.
this always happens
now matter how i kick or scream
once in a while
i get swallowed up in the darkness
it will stop after awhile
and a few pages never to be read
everything would seem the same again
as if its but a passing thought
already half forgotten in telling.
as if nothing happened
"...yesterday is only a dream, tomorrow, but a vision..."