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Paranoia

I talk myself
off that cliff,
that ever-present
precipice.

I want it all
Out.
I dream of hitting
the rocks
instead of my pillow.

I talk myself
away from the edge,
that space between
the jump and the
splat.

I want it all.

In between the
asphalt and
my window pane,
I talk myself,
I taught myself
to sleep.