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The wind blows my hair

I’m on the edge again

Looking down below

The water swirling

The night cold

I’m sitting there

Like I have before

But today is my limit

I stand and turn around

But I’m not going to leave

Walking beckwards

Till my heel hang off

Then I let go

Falling backwards

The descent feels slow

My mind numbing

Thoughts ceasing

Finally a thud

And I sink below