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Jul 2019
You grabbed ahold of my hand.
Fingers clasping around mine.
Pointing towards the unwavering sunset.
And ****** me off my feet.
Unexpectedly.
Breath hitching
As you swung me.
Off the cliff.
In one fluid motion.
And.
I.
Fell.

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It was a long way down.
I guess I could've done something.
Something to live.
Anything really.
But what really.
Was there to live for.
When the one I love.
Wished for me to die?
What purpose was I left.
To cast upon this barren world.
Than to do what she wished?
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I let the raging waters engulf me.
It was almost comforting, really.
And as soon as my skin.
Hit the icy liquid.
The life left from me.
And.
I.
Faded.
Into.
Oblivion.
Feeling.
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Atlas
Written by
Atlas  AlagaΓ«sia
(AlagaΓ«sia)   
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     atticus wilson and Traveler
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