slip

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I'm wandering through a cursed forest

nobody is there 

just me- 

alone. 

fighting for my life- 

by myself. 


I'm tired

of this fight. 

I'm trying 

but can't seem to make progress. 

I need someone, somebody 

to tell me they are there. 


I see a hole in the ground. 

I want to jump, maybe fade into oblivion. 

but then I see a blurry figure. 


they reach out their hand 

as I jump and start to plunge 

down 

down 

down. 


but when I try to grab them, 

they pull away their hand, 

betrayal. 

I was stupid to think they'd care. 


so the hope of being saved

slips away, 

leaving me

falling to my death. 




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