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[Ginevra]

I'm standing on a precipice

I'm either going to fly or fall

I don't know which it will be

My mind can't conceive it all

Touched in so many ways

Honoured, blessed, martyred

I do the best I can with what I have

But I can't seem to get myself centered

What must I do to free myself from the chains that bind?

Work, life, love

On wings, it often comes

But rarely on that of a dove

I take each day as it comes

Striving toward the best for that then

But is failure all I'll ever know

In the end?

[torn asunder]

of that, i understand... but, failure is only a point of view. each step in life is a progression to becoming what you need to be. very nice work, gin.

[JaneDead]

yes very nice