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I’ve tiptoed to the edge of now,
And peeked at the future. I’ve seen myself— Ten, twenty, fifty years older— Unchanged; Still stuck in a mental rut; An eternal victim Of this fucked up world. Perhaps I should have thrown myself over the edge!
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