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I stand on the edge of a great precipice, A dream filling the expanse in front of me Misty grey, entirely unsure I rock back on my heels It’s not too late to turn around. Comfort, security, familiarity Are waiting behind me, In the small world I’ve always known But ahead… I don’t know what waits for me beneath the mist If I jump off this precipice The bottom might be hard and cold and empty If the fall breaks me, will it hurt? One foot out and my stomach drops A nauseating blend of fear and anticipation As I hang over the edge of my small world A deep breath in, And a quiet prayer for an adventure. I jump And I fly.
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Oct 20, 2012
Oct 20, 2012 at 7:59 PM UTC
Over the edge
I stand on the edge of a great precipice, A dream filling the expanse in front of me Misty grey, entirely unsure I rock back on my heels It’s not too late to turn around. Comfort, security, familiarity Are waiting behind me, In the small world I’ve always known But ahead… I don’t know what waits for me beneath the mist If I jump off this precipice The bottom might be hard and cold and empty If the fall breaks me, will it hurt? One foot out and my stomach drops A nauseating blend of fear and anticipation As I hang over the edge of my small world A deep breath in, And a quiet prayer for an adventure. I jump And I fly.
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mariah-fairre
Oct 20, 2012
Oct 20, 2012 at 7:59 PM UTC
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