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The feeling – which I think is peculiarly 25 – of standing on a precipice. The feeling that if you, for a second, stop grasping for a foothold, the ground will fall away from beneath your feet and you will be left adrift in a terrible, lonely emptiness.

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posted November 29th 2009 by Sasha Khmelnik

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