Screeching
Grinding
On the rails
Heading toward the edge
Trying to
Stop.
Before I fall off
Before we fall off
And plummet to the bottom
Of an endless abyss
Of sorrow; darkness
Spiraling out of control
It's a bad feeling.
Keep me safe.
Keep you safe.
Keep us...
Happy.
Let's...
Stay away from the edge,
Shall we?
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