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It was at the 7th bridge 
that I decided to jump
perhaps the cold night added incentive
or the fact that I had lost my favorite letter from you that day
the last one you wrote
before you found your own bridge
or perhaps 7 is just my lucky number
I was after all
the 7th child born
though my mum was told not to have more children
 so you see
all my time here was cake anyway
I'm not tossing anything away
I'm just making things right

what is it about life that makes it so 
difficult?
perhaps it's the inability for some of us
to store our baggage in a proper place