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Delta842

Drowning

Poem

I stand at The Edge,

afraid to jump.

I didn’t used to be afraid.

Now, after everything, I am.

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I look back, and see.

A hundred, more, faces.

All in my head.

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I look back, I spot,

with my eyes,

two faces.

They tell me to jump.

I do.

They follow.

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I feel cold.

I want to swim.

Up, down.

But I am frozen, sinking.

I won’t reach the empty in time.

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I think, then.

So many faces.

Voices.

People.

So many mistakes.

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This is a mistake.

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Posted Jun 14, 2022, 11:15 PM UTC

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