BorderlineA Poem by NazcaStill rough and VERY open to interpretation.Standing on this precipice The way down seems so distant This pedestal that was made for me
Its too high Its too cold
I need to climb away from this Start my way this instant Cross the bordeline to be free
The edge nigh Just be bold
Strength of personality Fly down into the masses Make sense of this disorder
Soon to be I'll be free
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Added on October 15, 2010 Last Updated on October 21, 2010 Author
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