how it is

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    how it is

    standing on this narrow bridge so scared.
    im not exactly sure what i should do next.
    two trucks one from each direction coming straight for me.
    should i jump into the water below or stay and get crushed.
    they end the same way.
    heartbreak, pain, tears, medaphorical death.
    we live in a cruel world with things like this.
    and we have to deal with it.

    their getting closer.
    horns blowing.
    i cover my ears to drown it out but nothings helping.
    neither one reduces speed.
    the closer they get the harder it is.
    it always takes a spilt second to decide.
    because your so confused inside.
    it takes even less time to find out your more then likely going to die.

    these walls are crumbling more and more each day.
    like the trucks getting closer.
    im trying to rebuild as they fall. but im about done.
    ready to just give you my all.

    it hurts and im scared.
    but i can't fight anymore.
    that cliff we talked about.
    is the same as this bridge.
    im a split second from jumping off.


    I LOVE YOU!!!!

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    If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.

    Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.

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