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Dec 2020
Im standing on a cliff,
Endearing the drop of terror.

As I let out a painful laugh
Filled with fright,
I sit down in spite.

It’s a deep pit,
I wonder whats at the bottom.

Should I jump down?
And see how I turn out?

No, to crazy
But I cant stay here,
Yet why wont I move?

Why wont no one guide me?

It’s ok, Ill just sit here,
And wait for what will betide.

So...

Where - Heh - Am I?
Written by
David  M
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