if i leave something
I know
for something
I want
but don't
know
exists
it makes me feel, toes curled over the lip of the board, staring into my own reflection
hesitating
that I don't fully want to live.
that I would rather wait til I am forced off or pushed in.
but I am so over this,
waiting for...the rest of my life.
it is within me.
I jump.
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