One Morning- I’m sounding off. Three, two, one, and so on. I’m trying to be heard through the fog. With my head arched to the river I spoke so that it echoed from my concrete ledge to the strangers passing by. It’s alright, I’m much better than I should be. I’m much better than before. I’m standing on a bridge with a megaphone. I shout into your ears through a megaphone. The second you look away I’ll jump. If I go and I don’t wake up one morning surely everyone will know the reason why and where I’ve gone. Pages fly as I dive to where they’ll find me. When it rains it pours. I sink towards my permanent end to a temporary problem.
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