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Jump Ahead

Busted, played out, known to fail. I’m climbing on the bridge’s rail. Used-up, tired, left behind. All friends, lovers leave, and I don’t mind. Because I didn’t turn out the way they Thought I’d be, so I must apologize For being me. Loser-pig-and here we go! I hope You all enjoy the show! “Jumper! Yonder! Have a look and stare! But don’t help, don’t plead, or say you Care.” The bridge is in my head, and the faces That are there...are of past people I once Loved who left me worse for wear. “Mary, Mary! Please don’t go. I’ve loved You all along!” chimes in my own voice Loud and thundering; strong. I step over the rail, feet on ground and Fade back into the earth. Funny how the mind plays tricks when You question what you’re worth.

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