Sitting on the ledge looking down
Remembering the climb
A brief respite
The past is but memories
That shape the present
Unchangeable, yet it is not you
The future is a choice
It is not written
Don’t stay on the ledge, climb again
Sitting on the ledge looking down
Remembering the climb
A brief respite
The past is but memories
That shape the present
Unchangeable, yet it is not you
The future is a choice
It is not written
Don’t stay on the ledge, climb again
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I'm Victoria Stuart, a poet who philosophizes and sings about family matters and entanglements.
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