i stare at the brink of my demise....
i walk on a razor's edge....
a step away from my impending death....
certainty has never been so clear....
i awake from a dream....
a nightmare began....
pleasure and pain intertwined as one....
i search for the area between....
a juxtaposition....
redemption has escaped me....
i am cursed....
the walking dead....
hurt me... so i can feel....
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