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I see nothing beyond No turning around All life is withdrawn The bottom not found My stomache will sink As I am pushed to the brink Despite being so close I still want to fight The end nobody knows I move with death in sight Out comes survival instinct As I am pushed to the brink Suddenly I begin to fall The air is rushing me Life is beginning to stall The end is here finally Yet I can't help but think As I am pushed to the brink I grasp for anything Because I'm not done yet Can't just let death win Still too much regret I refuse death's drink As I climb from the brink
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Jan 12, 2017
Jan 12, 2017 at 5:33 PM UTC
The Brink
I see nothing beyond No turning around All life is withdrawn The bottom not found My stomache will sink As I am pushed to the brink Despite being so close I still want to fight The end nobody knows I move with death in sight Out comes survival instinct As I am pushed to the brink Suddenly I begin to fall The air is rushing me Life is beginning to stall The end is here finally Yet I can't help but think As I am pushed to the brink I grasp for anything Because I'm not done yet Can't just let death win Still too much regret I refuse death's drink As I climb from the brink
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Jan 12, 2017
Jan 12, 2017 at 5:33 PM UTC
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