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Walking the thin, black string
You never know when you're going to fall.
Making it closer to the end
You seen the goal in sight.
Shaking the string
The wind blows an obstacle in the path.
Getting something sharp
I want to cut the string.
Falling into the abyss
Lights out for always.

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