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Aug 2013
Standing here on the edge again
But I'm 5 feet closer to it then I was yesterday
The wind brushes against my skin like your fingertips always used to
I close my eyes and pretend its you
But reality is just to real
I sit down on the edge contemplating if I should jump or turn around and I know if I do I'll just run into you

Your voice was my lullaby but now its the background music of my nightmares
And the touch of your skin stings my body
And you're heart is rejecting me
I stood up ready to jump
I closed my eye and see your face I shook the image away
And jumped
Hands grab my waist and pulled me from the edge of death
We fall to the ground and familiar lips pressed to my ear whispers "don't leave me I still love you baby"
Written by
OldSoul
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