I chased the cliff; just to stand on the edge of something that didn’t remind me of someone
I took the plunge; just to feel the cold concrete wings sprout from my tired broken back
I closed my eyes and said they would surely hold me up this time
And for the last time,
I knew I had lied to myself yet again
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Author:
DontSleepOnTheBoy (
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- Comment from author about the poem: We all have things that we run from until we find ourselves running towards them again. This poem is about vices.
- Category: Reflection
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