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The Fall


Holding on the edge of a cliff

Standing,

Watching by,

Will you help me climb?

 

I need you,

I thought

Fingers slipping

I'm falling off

 

My love, you said

As the sunset

Turning away as dusk came

I can't hold on

After you're gone

 

Screaming, begging

This is shaming

Down down I go

To the abyss,

It wasn't so low

 

I'm fine! I'm fine!

I realized,

Just three feet

To my surprise

 

 

 

 

 

 

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