Wondering on The Precipice of Everything

Here, on the precipice of everything

I sit and wonder what it means to be

Me /\

Me /\ could be a facet of Me

but I can’t escape the feeling

that Me /\ Means we are

something more than

what we might have been before

Something greater

something

stronger

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Something that’ll last a little longer

Something rare

Like a perfect pair

Something like love

or the part of Me that

Love knows well

Something

Redeemed

from

hell

Something like a soul

Something I once knew well

Manic Me = Me /\

The Me I couldn’t sell

That time I tried,

I failed.

Oh well.

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