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Edge
I am situated precariously, poised to fall...
I'm at the finish line, or about to lose it all...
They say God has his plan for me,
and things will be OK...
I'm not sure that he thinks of me,
at least not every day...
I'm so close to the edge,
I can feel the winds of change...
After this ordeal is over,
I wonder what will remain...
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