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You stand tall On a ledge Way up high Staring down at Glimmering water below. The scene around you Is beautiful. Perfect like a painting In a museum. It feels like There should be silence. But there isn’t. Tauntings are ringing in your ears. And a slight whimpering is present. You only vaguely realize That this noise comes from You. Most likely caused by the Faltering steam Of tears running Down your face. To shut all this out, You close your eyes And take a deep breath, Lifting one of your feet That had been planted So firmly where you stand. And leap. For a moment, There is no Falling. No Flying. No Floating. You are just there. You decide you will take a last breath but Before you get The chance you hit the water. A sting engulfs your Bent leg while you slide into oblivion. Under the surface, The sense of nothing Returns. Only this time it’s Colder. And the silence that Was missing has revealed Itself. Like it was Hiding here All along. But the ache in your lungs reminds you that There are places to be. People to see. So you kick up, disturbing The previous perfection. Your head breaks the Surface You are almost surprised That the embarrassment you had Been feeling has transformed Into a source Of pride For you. The presence of this Only possible because you Had done something. One thing. One very small, yet Somehow, Quite large Thing. You were finally able To summon your courage and Jump.
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May 14, 2012
May 14, 2012 at 6:02 PM UTC
Jump.
You stand tall On a ledge Way up high Staring down at Glimmering water below. The scene around you Is beautiful. Perfect like a painting In a museum. It feels like There should be silence. But there isn’t. Tauntings are ringing in your ears. And a slight whimpering is present. You only vaguely realize That this noise comes from You. Most likely caused by the Faltering steam Of tears running Down your face. To shut all this out, You close your eyes And take a deep breath, Lifting one of your feet That had been planted So firmly where you stand. And leap. For a moment, There is no Falling. No Flying. No Floating. You are just there. You decide you will take a last breath but Before you get The chance you hit the water. A sting engulfs your Bent leg while you slide into oblivion. Under the surface, The sense of nothing Returns. Only this time it’s Colder. And the silence that Was missing has revealed Itself. Like it was Hiding here All along. But the ache in your lungs reminds you that There are places to be. People to see. So you kick up, disturbing The previous perfection. Your head breaks the Surface You are almost surprised That the embarrassment you had Been feeling has transformed Into a source Of pride For you. The presence of this Only possible because you Had done something. One thing. One very small, yet Somehow, Quite large Thing. You were finally able To summon your courage and Jump.
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Canadian
May 14, 2012
May 14, 2012 at 6:02 PM UTC
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