Dull and misty,
Poor visibility all around,
There are no walls to hold on to,
The path feels rough and slippery,
I feel the pain of great loss,
From the top of a place i do not know,
Scared of looking down,
Yet curious of what lies beneath my feet,
I have to make a step,
A step that will make me,
I have to stop crying,
I have to stop shaking,
And move on to the unknow
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