Edge

I am situated precariously, poised to fall... I'm at the finish line, or about to lose it all... They say God has his plan for me, and things will be OK... I'm not sure that he thinks of me, at least not every day... I'm so close to the edge, I can feel the winds of change... After this ordeal is over, I wonder what will remain...

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Poet Destroyer A

Date: 6/14/2012 7:00:00 PM

Darrell, enjoyed,..pd

Justcallme Britt

Date: 6/14/2012 7:52:00 AM

"I wonder what will remain..." I take it that you're questioning what will remain after you either complete the race or call it quits. Not a good place to be but if you're thinking this far I feel you will, again, attempt to finish the race. Greatly expressed, Darrell <3