And I still think about you, even from the lowest point, half daring to dream, half mockingly jesting.
To stand on the edge, to look and see your life flashes before your eyes- what it was like, what it is now, and what it'll be like. Wouldn't you be intrigued?
Then you'll feel your future right there and then, calling to you, and whispers its gentle sufferings, its metallic caresses ever determined to keep its rhythmic touches upon you.
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