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Sep 2016
Here I sit
At the edge of this Cliff
In my four door ford
Foot on the clutch
And hand on the shift
Cries muffled by the engine noise
Yelling at the sky
Asking God to open up the heavens
And let me in
I'm tired of drinking from the cup of sin
Haunted by what she did
Hell Is what you put me through
And my thoughts drag my down deeper
Just thinking what you might do
But it's all to much
And I can't let it all go
It plays in my head
Over
And
Over
Again and Again
I can't take it
It's time to let go
And that's what I came here to do
Pressing on the clutch
Shifting into gear
And letting go of the wheel
Letting the truck control the steer
Closer and closer
I can see where the cliff ends
There's no turning back now
I can feel gravity fighting back
But it's too late as I go tumbling over the ledge
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devante moore  24/M
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