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    Over the Edge
    Over the Edge
    Over the Edge
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    Over the Edge

    By Jason Wallace Poetry

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    When I’m screaming,
    No one hears a word that’s said.
    I guess that I am silent enough
    That I go unnoticed, and it’s best.
    I keep dreaming
    That something will ease away
    And get better and hurt a little less,
    But it’s not in store,
    Not for me, not for this, not anymore.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherJason Wallace Poetry
    Release dateFeb 8, 2016
    ISBN9781310199660
    Over the Edge
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    Jason Wallace Poetry

    This is the page for my poetry. I have separated some of my poetry from my books to make things easier for readers. Make sure to check out my other poetry at https://www.smashwords.com/profile/view/jasonwallace1982.

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      Book preview

      Over the Edge - Jason Wallace Poetry

      Over the Edge

      By Jason Wallace Poetry

      Smashwords Edition

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      Published by:

      Jason Wallace Poetry on Smashwords

      Over the Edge

      Copyright © 2016 by Jason Wallace

      If I must be

      All of this to everyone,

      I’ll keep walking

      Through the fire of this life.

      I’m all alone and all but undone,

      But a needle and some thread

      Sew together every little piece

      Of this aching head.

      When I’m screaming,

      No one hears a word that’s said.

      I guess that I am silent enough

      That I go unnoticed, and it’s best.

      I keep dreaming

      That something will ease away

      And get better and hurt a little

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