Outside there is a balcony.
The door looks magnetic to me.
I will hold on to a handrail,
I'll breathe the chilly winter air.
I will calm down, I'll dry my tears,
Alone I'll overcome my fears.
I will anesthetize my pain.
And I won't act as being insane.
And I am opening the door,
I step outside - there is no floor!
The Earth is rising up at me
And closing eyes a light I see.
Outside
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