they'll leave you...
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...........................ALONE!!!!
Because that's what people do.
They leap, and hope to god they can fly, because otherwise,
you just drop like a rock, wondering the whole way down.
Why in the hell did i jump?!
But here i am, falling.
And there is only one person that could make me feel like i can fly...
And that is.. THE GREAT HATE Himself.