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May 2012
Here I am again,
Past the point of sane,
Sitting on the edge,
Feet dangling off.
How easy it is,
For the pain and problems to fade,
All it takes is a single decision.
And then you're gone.
The only thing keeping me up,
Are those I surround myself with.
Too much pain I would cause them,
Or at least I like to think they care,
Who knows,
Maybe they don't...
Denver Elijah Bijlsma
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