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Last Moment


4 - 3 - 2...... I couldn't bring myself to it I didn't have the guts. all that time pondering ---- deciding to end all the pain, And I couldn't do it. that last second, that last moment saved me. It was that time ---- when you are so weak, so fragile, so Broken, That there is no where else to go but up. That last moment makes you realize that you Can feel, and you Do matter. At your weakest point, you find ---- Something. And that Something is enough to save you. No explanation of why or how, but you're glad it happened. And you can't be sure if it will be normal again, or even if you will be happy. But you know you will be okay. And for now, it's enough.
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