This girl. (angelpunkrocker) wrote in excuse_me___,
This girl.

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I'm standing at the edge of you.

You held me so close, so protectively, in your arms. You murmured those words of love, of possession, and all I saw was you. But no longer.

I can see the edge. The murmurs have stopped, I'm looking away, your arms are holding me too tight. Independence? You're with me, but I am not here. I'm not drowning in you any longer. The edge is near, a new feeling, wild, crazy, me.

I can't not jump when I'm at the edge.
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