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The Edge
Contributed by
sprinter27
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Friday, 5th August 2005 @ 09:49:11 PM in AEST
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As I stand here,
I don’t have a fear
I’m standing on the edge
I’m right on the ledge
Looking down,
I don’t wear a frown
I want to just fall,
I’m ready for it all
I’m ready to just jump
But now I am stumped
I’m urging my legs to move
But they seem glued
I’m on the edge
I’m right on the ledge
Death is so near
I don’t have a fear
Want to jump, want to leap
Want to fall deep,
Want to kill myself
All I want is death
My legs won’t move, though
I urge them to go
I’m starting to get mad
And now I’m sad
I stare down
At the ground
Which is down so much
It would be the perfect touch
For my death
It would be the warmth
In my life,
The right end to this strife
I’m on the edge
I’m right on the ledge
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sprinter27
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Re: The Edge
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by MorningDove on
Friday, 5th August 2005 @ 10:24:27 PM AEST
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But that deeply ingrained will to live won't let you jump. Even through all the anger and pain, the everyday angst there is still a strong will to live. This is a powerful poem, well written. Be strong, living is much more fun than death.
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Re: The Edge
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by jmpy84 on
Saturday, 6th August 2005 @ 02:10:16 AM AEST
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| deeply expressed great write |
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Re: The Edge
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by Former_Member on
Saturday, 6th August 2005 @ 01:07:45 PM AEST
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| Ha, definately agreed, living is way more fun death will ever be. The inside of you keeped your legs from moving because you wanted to do something that you and yourself could not even do, I believe. A very good expressive poem, loved it. SLipSiX. Perhaps something you were afraid to do? |
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