Sitting on the edge,
Between Life and Death,
They tell me I’m OK,
Yet I never feel well,
Why do I not feel well,
Why do I still feel ill,
I see a gloomy future of black,
I see a colorful past,
On the thresh hold I sit,
Looking back at my life,
Forward to my death,
Like standing on a fence,
Waiting to fall,
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