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I stand at a cliff composed of fear.
Four, I say and wave to a tear.
Three, my last moment grows near.
Thoughts rush; nothing is clear.
There must be a way,
Other than down.
Two, I stop.
I must.
One.
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Author Notes
This poem is about suicide. I want to make clear that I do not and have never had suicidal thoughts. This poem is not written from experience but out of empathy.
I decided to submit this piece to this contest because the topic fits the style of a Nonet so well.
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