Precipice
Emily, Age 11, Cold Spring, NY
                     
We're all on the edge
The edge of sanity
A place where all things merge
Sometimes people fall
Fall into the deeper, darker side
Of sanity
The place is dark and confusing
Cold and lonely
But then you find out who you really are
And the magic deep within you bubbles to the surface
Freeing you from the pit of despair
The moment when you decide
To make your own reality
And you climb up that steep, rocky path
Back to the edge, the edge of sanity
A place where all things merge
Some fall again, but not you.
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