It could all be so different,
our lives hanging by the slenderest of threads,
the scissor ready to cut
at any moment.
One second makes the difference,
but that's all that counts.
If not for that second
I wouldn't have been there
to see your beautiful faces
and radiant souls.
In fact,
it'd probably be me
that would be looking down,
wondering if you could see me.
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