the edge

i'm on the edge,

just sitting, 

staring out to the mysterious great beyond,

nothing else,

i dont know what to do

he brought me here,

and broke me in the process,

he should've stayed, to help me

im shaking

jump or retreat?

jump or retreat?

he's to blame for this,

but is he really?

 

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