I'm hanging from a cliff,
when I begin to realize,
that the tougher things get,
the weaker I become.
I don't think I can hold on much longer.
My mind is racing,
my heart is pounding,
I can’t breathe, I can't see, I can't think,
I'm losing my grip,
I think I'm about to slip.
I'm too weak to withstand this pain,
I'm too down to smile again,
It's time for me to finally be free,
So I let go and now I'm falling.
Tasha Yvette Nickols
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