That's the paradox, she thought -
The weight of it all.
It shouldn't be heavy - how
Silent, how small
Are the lives we lead, gently - but
How sudden the fall
When we reach the edge, at
The end of it all.
That's the paradox, she thought -
The weight of it all.
It shouldn't be heavy - how
Silent, how small
Are the lives we lead, gently - but
How sudden the fall
When we reach the edge, at
The end of it all.
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