Waiting to die

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Talk me off

Down the ledge

Remove that gun

Away from my head

Hold my heart

In your hands.


Fragile and defeated

I hide nothing at all

See my face

See all my flaws

Count the scars

Using the light of the stars.


Take my hand

As it trembles so

Remind me

Not to let go

I'm hanging on by a finger

One day I'll fall


But not today.

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