Slipping
Standing on the
Very edge
Ground crumbling
Rocks falling slipping down
The cliff
I wait for the signal
The sign of suffering
To be over
It doesnt come
So i turn to leave
I slip, gripping on to the edge
My fingers cannot grasp the dirt
Sliding to the edge
I let out a gasp
My feet dangle
This is where it ends
Life flashes
Please turn me into ashes
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