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Teeter on the edge
Its voice is beckoning. Risk a look Into its swirling abyss of opposites. Undergo a cross roads The time has come to choose. Take the leap Into the waters, or Hug the walls For fear of drowning. Here is a choice It’s unavoidable. Understand the outcomes Life will never be the same. Reach inside Gather the courage. Take a breath Get ready. Seize the moment Soar.
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