slowly fading memories | watty's2016

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Dear Diary,

        I was on the edge already,

        dangling by my finger tips.

        When people walked by,

        they dropped things.

        A pebble,

        a paperclip,        

        a tack,

        a shred of paper.        

        And I withstood it

        for a long time.

        But eventually, 

        when all the small things pile up,

        all the unwanted junk to push me down,

        they became heavy.

        And heavier

        and heavier

        and heavier,

        until I was about to

        f

        a

        l

        l

        yet they continued

        and finally,

        a

        feather

     f

           l

               i

                     t

                           t

                                e

                                        r

                                               e

                                                      d

        down

        and 

        I

        let

        go.

                        Yours truly, with love,

                                      Holly