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ON THIN ICE
I'm standing on thin ice.
Where every movement I make,
Is a thousand mistakes.
Each decision spreading through the ice,
In a thousand threatening webbed pattern.💫
I hear the cracks growing,
And feel my fear rising,
Fear of those ice cold waters,
Which seem desperate,
for the warmth of my veins.💫
I can see the earth,
Hands outstretched desperate to save me.
I can see their eyes:
Soft brown and gray,
I wish I could take another step.💫
The pressure keeps growing,
The cracks with it.
Above me are the stars,
Illumanting my struggle.
But how did I get here?💫
One decision led me here.
One I'll not unmake.
Because Ive struggled within too long,
For the pretense is suffocating,
I'll stand, even on thin ice.° ~ »🌥« ~ °
Inspired by ON THIN ICE by hipstateasee.
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