Midnight Thoughts





 I am in that position where I am looking at the rabbit hole. And I find myself not wanting to jump. But looking back, there is a mountain wall behind me. Shall I be carried with the wind until my sweat dries up and my blood spills over? Or either struggle pushing against the wall or make a leap of faith?

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