as I look out of the edge of life, i let my feet touch the end of the sharp rock, feeling the sweet sense of reliefe.....I close my eyes and let my body lean forward.....In a flash, all the troubles in my life is lifted out of my soul.......The time during the coffee house, I wrote a poem for my mom, called the "early bird" after the incodent the
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