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A million ways in which we fall.

Some falls large, others small.

So why in light of my demise,

Does this one fall not seem so wise.

Steps have been a daily routine.

But the step I crave is one unclean.

Too much thought up in my head,

has me on the ledge, and not in my bed.

Brought from loss, brought from love.

Hoping I won't fly to the great above.

This step is crucial in my plan.

Do humans crush just like a can?

It wouldn't matter in the end.

Just praying for a lethal bend.

End my pain, end my sorrow.

The love I lost was just for borrow.

In a world so cold, a world so cruel.

It's either this or to kick out the stool.

Just count to three and close your eyes.

You're just another fool who dies.

I can't believe I was enough for you.

For if I was, our love would still be true.

So feet just give me this one last fall.

I've waited so long to not feel at all.