It is as of this moment,
And unto another as of yet undecided
That you leave me here,
Standing,
Alone.
Letting me think.
The most dangerous thing
I have ever done to myself.
I look up from my thoughts,
And see before me,
The infinite winding spiral staircase
They call Love.
I stand here in the middle,
Knowing that even if I go up to bliss,
Or down into madness,
Eventually I will end up here again.
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