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August 16, 2003

Just let my feet slide over the dirt
until I get to the edge of the bridge.
I could look into the waterfall below.
Would I remember anything as I slipped
down into the sliding, waving water beneath?
Listen to the quiet of the wind
that is drowned out by the water.
Hear the sweet cry of birds above.
Don't look up at them,
don't look down at the water, either.
Just leave it all.
Just leave it all.
Just leave now.
Tomorrow, the sun won't rise.
The day won't start,
and my mind won't have to fight.
Tomorrow, I'll be alright.
I'll just leave it all now,
before I change my mind.
My eyes will close,
my body will hit the railing.
Water will fall around me,
water will push me under,
and water will drive me away.
One last, sweet look up,
at the world I never appreciated.
One more time to change my mind.
But tomorrow, I'll be okay,
because the sun won't rise for me,
and tomorrow, everything will be fine,
because I will no longer burn
for things that cannot be.