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Standing on a cliff.

it was like standing on a cliff. where the tips of my toes clung to the edge and dirt snuggled between the bottom of my feet and the ground beneath me. all at once, i exhaled the weight of my fears. i spoke the words that i watched float in the air for so long. i opened my palm and released everything.

it was almost like standing on a cliff because for once in my life i felt free. it wasn't just an experience. it was a choice. it was strength and surrender. it was a beckoning and a ballad to sway to.

it was love. and for that, i had a million reasons to stay.

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