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[bodytext] => The top of the tallest tree On the top of the tallest hill then jump. That’s what I told him. Yet, what difference did it make? You say these things and they assume you won’t do it you don’t mean it never go through with it. What do they know? I told him for the attention I cared for him then. I wanted him to know something of what was happening to me. But later I realised it was something I really did want to do, in a strange way, which I never understood. That tree, so welcoming. I wanted to fly even for only a moment. I have dreamed. I still dream. Dreams that have never, can never come true. Just sitting alone hearing the dismal, beautiful Music float around my ears. Which is when I thought of that tree. I’ve been up there before: the feeling you could fall any moment in time; excitement, fear, awe. I wanted to be up there again To inadvertently lose my grip. To soar down to that canopy that waits for me. Soft as moss green as his eyes. Just once. Nothing more. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 159 [topic] => 36 [informant] => kimi [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Suicide )
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