Edge

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Sometimes
I want to touch the edge of the abyss
to feel
the serenity
of its deafening silence
the cold
of nothing
where sanity thins
and madness feels the same
It calls to me
not loud
never loud
just a whisper
that sounds like relief
I know what it is
I know
what it takes
but I owe it
in the end
I always will
And still
I wonder
what a single touch
would feel like

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