Alone.

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I stand on the edge,
Ready to fall.
Little do I know
My life takes a toll.
I look up and see the sun start to shine.
In my head I sing a rhyme.
The rain has stopped.
The blood is gone.
I look to my left and what do I see?
A blue eyed blonde staring at me.
He makes his way over...and catches my grip.
Suddenly I realize....I'm not alone.

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