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Nov 2020
I'm standing on the edge of the cliff
Looking intently at the deep blue sea
A gentle breeze bristling on my arms
Waves crashing on the rocks beneath.

I can feel the fear building up inside me
Sending shivers running down my spine
Storm after storm after another storm
The endless struggles draining my soul.

Plans are not going as I have expected
Everything is completely ruined, wrecked
Though surrounded by hundreds of people
But nobody I can call my own, my home.

I'm sitting on the edge of the cliff
I close my eyes, visualize the what-ifs
Should I jump and take a free fall?
Or stand back and regret my decision?

The moment you reach rock bottom
Body is rejuvenated with a sudden jolt
Limits push strength to the utmost
A new version of you is waiting to unfold.
Patrick Ramsey
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Patrick Ramsey  28/M/Wichita Kansas
(28/M/Wichita Kansas)   
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