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Like a river flowing over a cliff, Slipping into infinity, I walked to that place of solitude, The edge of myself. Testing whether to jump, I called out to Sanity. We are but acquaintances in this life. I watched and waited, but It never stopped me.
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Oct 4, 2018
Oct 4, 2018 at 6:09 PM UTC
Truth of myself
Like a river flowing over a cliff, Slipping into infinity, I walked to that place of solitude, The edge of myself. Testing whether to jump, I called out to Sanity. We are but acquaintances in this life. I watched and waited, but It never stopped me.
elizabeth-hill
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Oct 4, 2018
Oct 4, 2018 at 6:09 PM UTC
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