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If I stand on the edge of this cliff long enough, maybe I can remember about why I don't want to jump. I could reflect on love ones, who I would spend a lifetime, inflecting pain on from personal decesions, hearts I might break, and for one moment, I might come to realization that this is how I just feel for that at that moment...

Follow me into my world, where everything is not always what it seem. Hold my feelings in the palm of your hand, and watch as it sink through your life lines like melting ice, turning into water. Caress my soul with your fingertips, and find that loving yourself, is the first step to depression, and giving up is the best to identify, that you too have been screwed by america, and those whom you hold close to you, are the only ones, who never really cared.

Live my life for me, in this quest for happy thoughts, and fly with me to never never land, where we would never grow old, and never grow up. Never worry about what consequences of actions, pass the ideal of a week of no t.v and your mother saying, " no, you can't go hang out with your friends right today, until I finish cleaning my room", and I would sit and cry, as if I thought my life was over.

Being a child, never felt so good...