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Jessicad

If you don't learn to write your own story, someone else will write it for you

2 poems·Since January 2018
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Slipping

January 12, 2018
Standing on the Very edge Ground crumbling Rocks falling slipping down The cliff I wait for the signal The sign of suffering To be over It doesnt come So i turn to leave I slip, gripping on to the edge My fingers cannot grasp the dirt Sliding to the edge I let out a gasp My feet dangle This is where it ends Life flashes Please turn me into ashes
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