I was here before the fall.
You just didn't notice me.
A stiff breeze might have blown me
over,
If I weren't busy hiding behind it.
I survived the fall.
Spend fourteen years wanting to die,
and irony will be sure to soften your
landing.
I am the better for the fall.
Once you have nothing to live for,
It's easier to stop worrying and live.
Someone will know that I was here...
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