Beneath fate's shadowed edge, I take my stand,
A moment granted by design's own hand.
The blade above me poised, a guillotine,
My neck upon the board, awaiting fall.
While others drift through life's unchallenged stream,
Letting time pass without a second thought,
I cannot share their luxury of ease.
If days were numbered, hours slipping by,
Would actions shift to meet the...
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