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May 2013
And the city looks so pretty from up here,
The people who've scarred me look as helpless as me,
The cold is not harsh, but inviting,
It's better from here you see,
And just hours ago I was down there,
Hating everything but thei places,
And now that I see things this way,
I almost miss their faces,
But it's not time to chicken out
I came up here for a reason,
One that is quiet,
Toward the end of this cold season,
First I tug off my jacket,
And toss it away,
There will be no need for it,
Where I'm going today,
I pull out my elastic,
Letting my hair fall free,
Because all of my life,
That's what I've wanted to be,
This is supposed to be it,
And I'm beginning to stall,
So I'll whisper my last goodbyes,
As I'm taking my fall,
Now it's the end,
I'm finally gone,
And you can't help but wonder,
What went wrong?
Written by
Kailee Bright
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