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Standing at the edge, On the precipice, Torrential rain, I look down. At the bottom, Endless water, More than enough for one to drown. Mount Vesuvius is bubbling just under the surface, And it's threatening to erupt. Wit's end growing closer, boiling, broiling, Stress about to implode over me. At the edge, Of my wits, I look down into the water again. Sloshing so temptingly, All for me, If I only jumped. I back away, I'll reach the water eventually anyway. The Sun breaks through the clouds, It's a nice day. I know I don't have forever, But I'll take all that I can.
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Nov 18, 2025
Nov 18, 2025 at 8:37 PM UTC
At The Edge
Standing at the edge, On the precipice, Torrential rain, I look down. At the bottom, Endless water, More than enough for one to drown. Mount Vesuvius is bubbling just under the surface, And it's threatening to erupt. Wit's end growing closer, boiling, broiling, Stress about to implode over me. At the edge, Of my wits, I look down into the water again. Sloshing so temptingly, All for me, If I only jumped. I back away, I'll reach the water eventually anyway. The Sun breaks through the clouds, It's a nice day. I know I don't have forever, But I'll take all that I can.
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Nov 18, 2025
Nov 18, 2025 at 8:37 PM UTC
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