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and if you decide to be vulnerable and jump off a cliff the only pain you'll feel is the sting of the passing wind and the anticipation of the end of your flight. And you cna feel the sea just hit your face before you wake up and get a glass of water from the kitchen sink. You get up the next day and think if you take a chance and bring a parachute for safety things wouldn't end so bady. So you get to this windy ledge, and you can smell the salty sea, and the thought of you smacking down into it not knowing whether its even going to end up worth it. You tell yourself your just hesitating, and it goes on for days. No matter how long to stand there you just cant get the words your dying to say out. so you back away, and go home asking yourself questions that you'll never know the answer to. and the same time every year you think of what could've happened, everytime you catch the scent of the sea, you think of what could've happened. everytime your pushed by a stong and cold damp wind, you think of what could've happened. And when your old and starting to jsut forget the little bits of that long ago memory, you'll say to yourself, all the pain in the world could've waited for me when i would've hit the sea. But i would have cried tears of joy, if i knew what i know now, that it all ended taking a chance when instead my life is consumed by wondering, what could've happened.