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Should Have Not Trusted You

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On the edge of the cliff,
My hand struggled
To hold on.
You came
And extended your hand,
Willing me to take it
And accept your help.
I held on to that hand
And held on tight,
Knowing you can let me fall
And believing you never would.
Still, I hit the ground.




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MckayThis teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Jul. 3, 2013 at 2:58 pm:
*sighs for hours* I know I know I know I know this feeling more than ever right now. I'm going through this. Where I trusted someone even though I knew this person would eventually hurt me. So, when I saw the title of this poem. I was like, yup, I know what this is gonna be about. I love the feeling of being held from a cliff. I've written a couple of poems lately with this metaphor. I think it captures mistrust really well. Amazing poem here.
 
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