This Edge

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Its icy cold,

Yet im still sitting here on this ledge,

I dont know why i feel like mold,

I let myself near this edge,

All i wanna do is fall,

It just trashes my mind,

My emotions are very tall,

And they arent very kind,

When it comes to this all.

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