Step up to the edge of the warm, rocky cliff. Feel the breeze that blows across your face as you look across the view of the world. Looking down at the long drop below me I feel as if the only way to get down is to leap. I never feel like jumping, and then again, who does? If I were to leap, I would have to land on my feet, and not fall hard straight onto my face. I would have to take that risk of possibly hurting myself if I ever want to reach the bottom.
Free fall into the endless hole of possibility and happiness.
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