I am a leaf on the wind; watch how I soar.
There's an abyss in front of me.
I'm looking right into it. Intent. Scared.
Do I remember?
What if I do?
What if I don't?
I walk away. Some questions are best left unanswered.
But deep inside I know that I will come back.
Again, and again, and again.

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