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The End

I see the edge of the cliff as it rushes up to meet my running feet
I feel when they leave behind ground
I hear and taste the air as it rushes past my face
I feel as the wind runs its cool fingers across my skin
I touch the breezes with my own
I open my mouth in a silent scream of both fear and joy
I think of the ones who love and will miss me
I think of the ones I love and will miss
I try to muster up some remorse but find it impossible
I feel too good to regret my decisions
I think that maybe my life was just here to prepare me for this:
The End



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