My Cliff

February 1, 2015

This road of turns and bridges took me to a cliff

I went off my cliff

I am alive

My road is now dark and uncertain

I reach for light but then stop myself

Because the radio is on and I love this song and I will continue this path

until I can survive my next cliff

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