Holding On

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I don't know how much longer I can stay

Listening to the chants of your lies and

Whispers filling my head and encircling 

Me in my tornado of emotional conflict.

My fingers grasp the edge as I pant in

Fear of what is yet to become of me,

How I will cope with the future in my

Desicions in trusting my self belief.

As I begin to slip I look down into the void

That now seems a life of misery and 

Heartache. I close my eyes and wish to be 

Someone else and start to fall.

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