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Aug 2011
Standing at the top.
I wonder if I'll fall.
really.
I want to fall.
to be,
broken.
I want the world to stop.
really.
I want to be seen.
to be,
wanted.
I want a friend to listen.
really.
I want a lover.
to be,
loved.
In the end.
I.
walk away.
really.
I just stop typing.
to.
maybe die.
This is what I think when I stand at the top of my stairs.
Michael Ryan
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Michael Ryan  31/United States
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