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// Away From The Cliff and Back Into Life 
// Story: How Cruel Is The Golden Rule? 
// by TLC 
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  This is the poem I wrote for the epilogue from Chapter Ten. I thought it deserved it's own chapter. Thank you all again for reading this.
-TLC






'Away From The Cliff and Back Into Life'

The line I use is only to you, to tell about all that I learned,
But all I can say is that the sorrow is away, Leaving me kind and well-heard,
By my friends, you see, They were the key, to getting me out of the pit,
From all that I knew, a cliff and then soon, I would have ended all of it,
But here I shall stay, prepared for the next day, smile brighter than your sister's stars,
Before, I used to cry myself to sleep, holding my unsealing scars,
The scars that were left by my father, you see, who took two special things away from me,
One was my mother, so caring and loving, and my little sister, who filled the world with glee,
I kept it a secret all of these years, hoping the pain would subside,
But now I know, that no matter the worst, they will always be right by my side,
My heart has grown, my eyes are wide, and my arms are filled with sake,
For my friend, who I've loved for so long, has finally settled in my wake,
She's told me she loves me, as I do for her, and will always be by my side,
And I do her, not even for the world, would I ever want to live with out her in my life,
These troubled times, began in the rain, of a once crying sky,
But now it is happy, and I'm absolutely certain, everypony else is as I,
This letter is finished, this poem is done, and the quill is all out of ink,
Thank you for letting me lived in the land of which makes you think,
About your daily choices, and all of the voices that speak inside your mind,
About all the times you wanted to run away and need a space to unwind, 
My name was Golden, for awhile, I thought it was beautifully clad,
But it brought was pain and agony, no smiles, only faces of the sad,
I made up my mind, and now for all time, I be remembered by a simple herb,
Because in her time of wake, Autumn called me by it, because she knew it would be heard,
I'll never cry again, nor drink or think, of meeting my neck with a knife,
Because now I know, that I'm not alone, in this big garden we call 'life'.

I found out the same things we learn when we die,
I found out the truth is no longer a lie,
I found out that the words are hard to describe,
I'm no longer lost here, awaiting reply