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Here, on this ledge
above all the dead,
and all the broken therewithal,

the masses push, but I shout
I choose not to fall,
nor descend to my death, 
to end it all.

To stop all the pain, 
to kill all regret,
they walk off the edge,
they blindly relent.

Here, on this ledge
above all the dead,
and all the broken therewithal,

the masses push, but I shout
I choose not to fall,
nor descend to my death, 
to end it all.

To stop all the pain, 
to kill all regret,
they walk off the edge,
they blindly relent.

They push, but I shout
I choose not to fall,
nor descend to my death, 
and then try to crawl 
through a sea of dead bodies.

© Mr. Ghost Stories - 04-24-19



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