with every leap comes a fall.

a dive into rejection: plunging, stumbling and soaring
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"You can do this," they say, in their whispers and late-night calls and hallway flyer slogans. "You can. Don't worry."
Their voices are slender fingers caressing me. Lifting me. I listen to them because the message is tempting, a siren-song, one that will swallow me if I close my ears. Heeding their words is survival.