On The Ege

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 On the edge I sit, I think,
Of all there is to hold.
Why I havent yet
And the future yet untold.
On the edge I watch and wait,
Making that final choice,
Do I want what I think,
To give my woe a voice?
On the edge I plan and ponder,
What I'm leaving behind
Friends, family, grief and strife,
Just to free my mind?
On the edge I finally chose,
The note left beside the bed,
In perfect cursive scrawl,
Razor behind clean with all thats still unsaid.
Over the edge
I jump down into waiting arms
Warm and safe, happy and fine
And away from my potenial harm

 

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