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Jul 2017
If I held the rope tightly would I prevent myself from falling in an empty void with nothing but the cold wind biting through my skin in an endless battle with myself that I am very much aware I would never win? I wanted to save myself, but I guess I held on the wrong rope. It was wrapped around my neck like how all my problems wrapped up every fiber of my being. I held on the wrong rope.
Michelle  Samson
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