cliff
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Cliff
wasting time
just sitting here
i'm alive but
wasting time
no point to what
is left of me
no life
no love
not possible to be
free
change awaits
just of the edge
of the cliff
down i go to find
the change to free
myself from the pain
and suffering
of rejection
but, it's a myth, no change
is there waiting
i fall off the edge
of the cliff
to my bitter and lonely
death

~erika boal
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