I'm standing at the edge of a cliff, and it would only take one horrible moment to shove me down.
I'm like a piece of paper, right next to a burning candle. And I can bursts into flame in a matter of seconds.
I'm like a little cube of ice. Left out in the hot air. And I would disappear when you're not looking.
I'm like a love song. The kind that you can hear all day when you're in love. But you would hate when you're not.
I'm like air. I can be seen but unseen.
I.A.
I.A.
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