Left stranded, still feeling pushed towards the cliff
I am at the edge, can't decipher the moment I'll slip
Situation, regardless, the depth creeping over me
The sound of air brushing through my face, fueling anxiety
Looking back, suddenly I felt dizzy
And, what's feeling unwavering now, before, it felt easy
If I rush back into the moment I was situated before
I'll just crawl back to the moment and adore it a bit more
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