Slipping Off the Edge
With every fibre we try to be sure but we get beaten and broken.
Nothing stops the tears when the anger is awoken.
Wishing I could love myself as I was but I'm frozen.
Willing to jump if only to be chosen.
The only thing left to do is embrace the motion
Becoming an omen
That you can survive and cause an explosion.
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