The Cliff
Standing on the edge
Looking down into the swirling abyss below
That could be my watery grave Just a quick step forward And it would all be over Leaning forward Thoughts flooding in The sound of waves crashing assaulting my ears It would be so nice Just to sleep Sleep and never wake up Life is so complex Death is easier, quicker Less painless I decide Take a deep breath And step back
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