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I'm at the edge of the cliff.



About to jump.
You run to come save me,



But it's not enough.
I look at you one last time.

Hope to God that you'll be fine.
But that's why I creep closer to the edge.


No more pain.


Nothing to gain.
Maybe if I pretend to slip.

With my eyes shut

And my arms around my hips


You won't be able to grab my hand
And pull me up,



because I'll already be dead.



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