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I am standing on the edge trying to catch the pieces of me that are breaking free.

If I was brave, if I was strong, if I was you, i would find those elusive pieces too.

My weakness is my strength, my weakness is on my sleeve. My weakness is my fear that you will leave.

Inside there is this burning desire. A soul on fire. Suffocating. And so I step onto the ledge.

I am standing on the edge trying to catch the pieces of me that are breaking free. The pieces that want to be with you.