Standing At The Top Of A Cliff

I’m standing here alone you stand next to me and push me off.
I wont be caught.
You wont see me fall.
I’ll land safely on a pile of rocks.
Broken and torn not yet out of breath.
I’ll stand up again.
Only scars of recollect.
Never be the same stepping away.
Maybe I’ll try again.
Standing at the top of a cliff.

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