It starts with a flash, a vision, a thought.
The jump, the fall, the cut, the crash,
once fleeting now it fucking lasts.
The upward slash, the clash.
The faith filled one who met her match.
But, today I will not succumb.
Being gone, it's not worth being numb.
Faith's fickle foe is reality.
To feel, to believe when there's nothing to see...
Today I made the harder choice.
To exit the ledge and choose to rejoice.
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