Soul sick

Soul sick the narrow line. Weathered petals drop from the cherry blossom tree tops. A strange feeling in a world not my own. Soul sick with anticipation . I stand at the edge of a cliff nervously, I jump to my death. Only safely did I fall right where I'd land.
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Brillaint write. Especially the end