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Toes curl around the precipice, quivering with fear and anticipation. Will I be brave enough to take the leap? Is there anything left for me if I do? Furious winds shove me away, echoing the warning they offer to all who trespass: "You are not welcome here. Turn back now or face your demise." Throat clenching, eyes burning, I stare into the void and it replies, breath hot on my frozen ears; "You could have eternity, love, freedom, everything denied to you so far. I have it all." It purrs it's promises with a silver tounge, words dipped in honey and roses. But underneath it all is a mournful refrain, whispering of a permanent end to my existence. One last look is all I can offer, strength draining from my chest. I know now what I need to do. Peace stood before me with open arms, and I turned away. Propelled by the winds whose advice I had chosen, I walked into the blinding light of the sun behind me, stumbling but on my own feet, continuing my journey until I could find a better end. Even if a single jump could give me all I've craved, the price it would cost was more than I could pay. I'll just have to make my own peace.
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Jun 22, 2020
Jun 22, 2020 at 12:07 PM UTC
Just One Leap
Toes curl around the precipice, quivering with fear and anticipation. Will I be brave enough to take the leap? Is there anything left for me if I do? Furious winds shove me away, echoing the warning they offer to all who trespass: "You are not welcome here. Turn back now or face your demise." Throat clenching, eyes burning, I stare into the void and it replies, breath hot on my frozen ears; "You could have eternity, love, freedom, everything denied to you so far. I have it all." It purrs it's promises with a silver tounge, words dipped in honey and roses. But underneath it all is a mournful refrain, whispering of a permanent end to my existence. One last look is all I can offer, strength draining from my chest. I know now what I need to do. Peace stood before me with open arms, and I turned away. Propelled by the winds whose advice I had chosen, I walked into the blinding light of the sun behind me, stumbling but on my own feet, continuing my journey until I could find a better end. Even if a single jump could give me all I've craved, the price it would cost was more than I could pay. I'll just have to make my own peace.
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24/Non-binary/Idaho
Jun 22, 2020
Jun 22, 2020 at 12:07 PM UTC
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