AUTHOR'S NOTE:
Here's part four to my younger self poems. Almost done, I promise.
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I've been pushed.
One by one,
those closest to me have pushed.
I tried and I tried to defend myself.
But once again, I failed.
Finally, I fell.
I fell off the cliff.
There's nothing.
No water at the bottom...
No ridges to hold onto.
I fell.
I fell to the bottom.
I'm not there yet.
But almost.
I'm almost there.
It's not a challenge,
but if it is...
I lose.
And the winner is the cliff.
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A New Beginning
PoetryIf you've seen me on Inkitt, hi. I'm back. This is my book of poems, but, as the title says, a new beginning. Follow my story through the poems I write.
