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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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