And now for some gothic poetry...

Right before your stare,
I walk the plank, step onto air.
I know I seem debonair,
But I’m just breaking.

In the least this isn’t fair!
If I could choose not to care,
Even then I wouldn’t dare,
‘Coz you too are breaking.

I hope it’s just a snare
…and we’re not really breaking.

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