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The End Through the matted haze A silhouette, man or monster? Are you there? A trick of blackened mind? You’d think my intended liberation cruelly selfish. You’d ask - What of the children? What of you? What of us? These come as gifts to cling to. I try to tell you. I walk on the edge of an abyss. But I am ignorant of it. I am a fool to feel safe. A fool, unaware. I walk for a while, and everything is okay. There’s a path I follow, it leads straight, it seems wide. The abyss always looms and I have to notice it. It’s always waiting now. Always in the corner of my mind. I trick myself sometimes into thinking it&r