I look back over my shoulder and see you there.
You stand there in the unknown.
Surrounded by the mists of doubt.
I will always wonder at the answers you will give me.
I am continuously left on the verge of feeling, feeling anything in this frozen world.
Would i pity your inability to make the final jump again, when i let you fall without me catching you the last time.
left falling, we have finally come to a frozen limbo where doubt is friend and foe.
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