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On the Edge


I'm standing but I can't feel my legs. I'm screaming but my words aren't heard. I'm trying to break through but I've lost my strength. What has my world come to. I smile when I really mean to cry I stand when I really want to fall I'm showing you another me One that I wish were reality Too had its not that easy To live a simple life, problem free Instead I'm standing on the edge Hanging on to what I have left Moving on while I still have breath. Living my life like it will never end I'm standing on a thread Crossing my fingers.... hoping for the best
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