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Jan 2019
Once again missed the ledge
I fell and looked down
No one there to catch
The ticking time watch
Counting down till ground
For a moment everything is still
It’s not beating burning rage till
I land on contact and lose my ****
Then the me is pushed out
To the monster waiting for his fire fit
Only to return to me to water pout
Hunter
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Hunter  19/M/Iowa
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