My legs dangling,
over the cliff's edge,
Contemplating life if it had been different, If I hadn't met you.
Would I been a few scars less?
Would I have still cried every night?
It wouldn't really matter,
fate twisted as it is, would of made our paths meet.
So here I am contemplating my life on a cliff edge, dangling my feet.
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Sad poems by a sad girl
PuisiThese are all poems and small short stories written by me. The quality gets better towards the end:) ( all images are not mine and I got them off google) ........................................................................ The deep sadness that...
