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[title] => My Last Fall
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[bodytext] => I watched myself slowly crumble to pieces As I approached another fall. I believed in the words “Everything happens for a Reason” But these reasons always involved my choices, Stubborn ones indeed. I based my choices on what I thought was right What I felt was right Yet knew was wrong. I took advantage of the luck I’d receive for such a short time Then I’d see the edge, I’d walk right up to it and look down I’d see every crack in the fault line And do nothing about it. Jump, that’s all I could do. I wanted what I wanted What I felt would make me happy. But was too stubborn to disagree, Even with myself. I cared about the consequences But if I really wanted something I’d go for. What I went after were always the wrong things. They were the very things that allowed me to fall. Every word that glided out of my mouth And landed in someone’s ear, Every mistake that I made, Every wrong turn going up this steep cycle of cliffs Every everything that I did, I did it… I did it all… I did it all to myself… I caused so much misery to myself By being so stubborn. I handed over misery to so many others, It was my gift to them. They accepted, And cried We would cry together Upon my precious golden cliff Where I had taken my last fall And where I had finally taken my final jump. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 194 [topic] => 61 [informant] => Pyrofungus [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 0 [associated] => [topicname] => selfstruggles )
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