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Jun 2011
I jumped.
Not off a cliff, building or plane.
The distance isn't even that high.
I wasn't pushed by the person,
who wished me to die.
I wasn't pulled by the Heavens,
or any other force above.
I'm not falling in air.
I'm falling in-love.
September
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