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Nov 2017
A challenge here is what I face. The sun is beating. The air is heating. Scared I stand at the edge of forever. Looking down at what's below. Trembling, as my life is at an all time low. I am so young. Yet feel so old. A feeling That I've felt before. A feeling of my world has already been decided. Isn't that how youth feels today? Like no matter what life fades away? How your life's clock is always ticking. How a wasted minute can never be recovered. I stand at this edge and begin to pace. A challenge here is what I face. I know if I jump I will land on ground. My body seen through out the town. So maybe I should just get down. Before my I am discovered, Before I'm found. I smile now. A smug smile no less. I close while dark fills me up. There is no challenge here to face. Like a sprinter I've finished my race. There is no challenge here to face. I fall with my last bit of grace.
Written by
Rosaly Kimble
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