It's like standing on the edge of a cliff,
It's an unending abyss below,
And there's not turning back;
Would you live?
Would you die?
Or would you spread your wings and touch the sky?
It's like standing in the middle on the rain,
Where your tears are falling,
And no one notices.
It's like living in the House of Mirrors,
All you see is yourself,
All your hear is no one but your echo.
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