Your hanging from the edge of a cliff,
Despritly clinging to the canyons edge.
Your shoe slifs off and you see it fall hundreds of feet,
Then its swallowed by fog.
No matter how much you strain you cannot hear it hit a bottom.
Your fingers hurt incredibly,
Your weight starts to become unbearable and they start to slip.
Your screaming and nobody answers,
You start to cry as your hands slide even more.
Your going to die.
Then in the corner of your eye you see something shining,
The shimmering figure is blurred by your tears,
And it reaches out to you.
“Take my hand and trust me. I won’t let you fall.”
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