My legs tremble as I stand on the ledge close to the Cliff side. I could fall any moment. Any second I could fall into Anyone's arms. Anyone could grab me and clutch me for weeks or months until they drop me because I get annoying or my anger takes control for a moment. I grab the rope that's getting cut. It holds me up. I don't want to fall yet. The ground shakes and screams beneath me as the rope gets thinner. What if no one catches me. What if they don't want me. What if no one hold's me.
The sun rises and the rope tears. The air feels thin and I begin taking deeper and deeper breaths and bracing myself for the fall. I close my eyes and straighten my posture. I whisper the same things to myself. I crack my knuckles and stretch both my arms out and let myself tumble backwards. Air rushes through my lungs as I regret my decision as I reach up towards the cliff side but it was too late. I'm already crashing and thumping against mountainside getting hurt again and again. I'm waiting again. Getting hurt once more. Until I get caught. Eventually. Slowly.
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De TodoI write about what i think about, alot i wont publish some Will show up and disappear some never will
