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on the edge

09/12/2013

i stand upon the crest

of the waterfall

if i do not jump in

the water will push me

i see raging life below

i am scared of

the uncertainties

i feel my feet slipping

on the smooth rocks

i decide to take the cascade

i fall in fast and furious tangles

i plunge thru the bubbles

i touch the bottom and rise again

i am just one of many

i am not the only one with

bruises, scrapes and bumps

i am not the only one

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