Precipice

Almost 10 backspaced sentences later, I still have no idea how to start things off.

There’s just a million thoughts running through my head.
It’s like being on the cusp of pulling the trigger, but you subconsciously hold back.
Hoping that something better comes by.

I am restless. I am unsettled. I am at an intersection where right or wrong doesn’t exist.
I’m looking for a reason.

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