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Jump
Somedays
I think
Just fucking jump
What more harm can it do
I mean
At this rate
What do I even have to lose
I wonder
If I tripped
Over at the edges of the earth
Would I fly
If not
Would I land with my face in the dirt?
I like to think
Maybe I wouldn’t
I’d land with my feet set firmly apart
I could try
Land a trick or two
Maybe I should get a running start
In the wind
A weightless gift
I think I’d be exhilarated with liberation
But if it’s a leap
A jump to my death
Does that make for a better persuasion?
If I could
I would bottle
The sheer thrill of a free fall
If I could
With my wild spirit
I know that I would risk it all
I think
Just fucking jump
What more harm can it do
I mean
At this rate
What do I even have to lose
I wonder
If I tripped
Over at the edges of the earth
Would I fly
If not
Would I land with my face in the dirt?
I like to think
Maybe I wouldn’t
I’d land with my feet set firmly apart
I could try
Land a trick or two
Maybe I should get a running start
In the wind
A weightless gift
I think I’d be exhilarated with liberation
But if it’s a leap
A jump to my death
Does that make for a better persuasion?
If I could
I would bottle
The sheer thrill of a free fall
If I could
With my wild spirit
I know that I would risk it all
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