The Fall
Holding on the edge of a cliff
Standing,
Watching by,
Will you help me climb?
I need you,
I thought
Fingers slipping
I'm falling off
My love, you said
As the sunset
Turning away as dusk came
I can't hold on
After you're gone
Screaming, begging
This is shaming
Down down I go
To the abyss,
It wasn't so low
I'm fine! I'm fine!
I realized,
Just three feet
To my surprise
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