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Feb 2016
Standing at the top of a building I wonder how many had come before me
How many broken souls had stood here and wondered if they could fly
thought about testing if they could
and then stepped back, away from the ledge
using so much strengh to do so
because they're not allowed to jump
they have to be strong
because no one else is anymore
and it's all they have ever been allowed to be
Emily Joyce
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Emily Joyce  21/F/Maine
(21/F/Maine)   
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