It's hanging off of a cliff
With your fingers grasping on to the rope
And seeing your knuckles turn white.
The rope starts to fray
And your whole body burns
And adrenaline surges through you.
The ultimate choice;
you let go
Or watch the rope snap.
Either way you fall.
So throw away the lifeline
You might as well get out a knife
And cut the damned rope yourself.
-by holly boyd
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