Dibosa Paul Chike Marcel
Took a trip to the edge
My eyes hovering over a cliff
I wanted to know what it felt like
To have an endless nothing under my feet
To know the thought of rain when she drops
How brave it must be for her to leave her home
Thats my favorite thing about falling
There's no rope, there's no hope
No turning back, just that long drop
And then a thud
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