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.Â
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Brillaint write. Especially the end