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On the Brink
Here I am,
Staring at the gates of Hell
Knocking, banging and patiently waiting.
Why don’t I just turn and run?
Am I too much of a coward to be afraid?
Shall I knock again?
The future is guaranteed to be unknown.
I can never be the same again
But one thing remains constant.
Here I am,
Starring at the gates of Hell.
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