Breaking Point
I'm standing on the edge
toes hanging over the ledge
I'm wondering where the breaking point is
I'm standing on the edge thinking and eating some Ritz
I'm wondering where is the best place to jump
then I thought maybe I could just dump
my bag of Ritz over the side
and see which of them died
I'm standing at the edge of ths place
tears streaming down my face
I just lost my bag of Ritz
poem by Arianna Loshnowsky
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