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Once on the verge of ruin, there, where you fear to fall, the cup is full and I'm the drop, the extra one, that brims over and runs aground. In a general unconcern, on the ground I evaporate, I go up to the sky, emprisonned by clouds, a white jail where I'm forgotten. I'm a man, I'm this drop, shunned by all, put to one side, stepped on, confined. I fall from high, I don't rise up again. I'm this creature neglected by a society that has forgotten me. Scattered because of my strangeness, perhaps my only fault would be to differenciate.