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3d
I chased the cliff
Just to stand on the edge of something that didn’t remind me of someone

I took the plunge
Just to feel the cold concrete wings sprout from my tired broken back

I closed my eyes and said they would surely hold me up this time

And for the last time, again
I knew I had lied to myself, again
We all have things that we run from, until we find ourselves running towards them. This poem is about vices.
Written by
The Boy
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