The string

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I stare down at the land under the cliff

My feet dangling as I hold onto something

I want to let go but I can't

I hold onto a string,

A string that resembles our memories

Our love

And our cares for each other

But here's the thing,

The string is so thin

Weak

Small

Fragile

Why can't it be bigger and stronger?

That string is something I love dearly and desperately

Now, I realize that I'm falling

Falling into the depths of darkness

I realized that string had broke

All the memories are gone

Everything went black and dull

Just remember,

Don't trust anyone

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I'm not very proud of this poem, I usually write whatever comes to my head. Once I get an idea I turn it into a poem. Hopefully I can create better ones soon

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