Every day I sit on the edge of the cliff with my feet dangling over the edge.
Every day I listen to the waves crashing; rhythmically and methodically.
Every day I lean forward, looking down towards what can only be my end; always wondering what it would feel like to just slide a few inches forward.
Every day I cower back, unable to take that next step.
Every day I get back up and walk back to the world that waits for me; but I always look back as I go.
Every day I loathe leaving my perch, my haven.
Every day I know I'll come back to sit, listen, lean, and cower.
"I don't know where you're going
but do you have room for one more trouble soul?" - Fall Out Boy, Alone Together
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