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the edge is near, my toes hang off the side; one sudden movement will cause me to slide to the bottom of the canyon i stand before now. but i want to fall hard onto the ground because then maybe the gross cracking sound will wake me up to see the good in me. standing at the doorway of common death i realize the precious value of each breath and how much it all really means.
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Nov 5, 2013
Nov 5, 2013 at 4:07 PM UTC
before the canyon
the edge is near, my toes hang off the side; one sudden movement will cause me to slide to the bottom of the canyon i stand before now. but i want to fall hard onto the ground because then maybe the gross cracking sound will wake me up to see the good in me. standing at the doorway of common death i realize the precious value of each breath and how much it all really means.
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Nov 5, 2013
Nov 5, 2013 at 4:07 PM UTC
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