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May 2011
I'm lost
And I think I may need help
But no matter how I reach
No one is there

I'm falling down a pit
I'm grabbing at the walls
Looking for something to hold

With a moment of luck
And reflexes quickened by fear
I find the root of a tree
And cling for dear life

Seconds turn to minutes
And minutes tick on
My grip is not strong

I can't scream, I can't see
All I hear is my breathing
My slow, deep breaths
And I let go

Fear is so the living
And soon I'll be dead
Gone in a ****

I know it will hurt
But that's not what scares me
Is there a Heaven and Hell?
Or are Atheists right?

I've tasted life and consciousness
And I loved it too much to see it go
Molly Grace
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