Monday, 4 September 2017

Put Your Hands On My Manus

I'm there, upon the edge of the cliff, just standing. Wishing there was someone by my side hold handing. Wishing someone was on my side understanding, why I'm here and why I want to be crash landing. The wind against my face leaves me screaming and demanding - "WHY DO I NOT WANT TO BE OUTSTANDING?"

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