Once you see you're self-truth,
All the reasons you have tried and you've failed,
Each time you cut your tooth,
When you looked back and couldn't understand,
You could have done it all,
The jobs, the loves, the risky adventures,
You thought were not worth the potential fall,
When you, instead, opted for the next time,
That vague chance built on hope,
Dangling from a ledge, telling rescuers,
"I'll wait for closer ropes."?
Where are they now,
As fingers lose their grip?
You spent all that time, face against a wall,
Hope beyond hope your fingers wouldn't slip.
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