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Feb 2018
I’m hanging on by a thread
What should I do when only a single stitch keeps me together
If I let go I’ll die
Well I guess no matter what something will come undone
What’s it matter I’ll let go
And so I sore
Not towards the ground
But up
Piercing the atmosphere
Over and out of this world
Through a void that shows no signs of life
Not much different than earth
Just as cold
Just as empty
And I’m just as isolated
I found a thread
Should I hang on or let go I could go back
I could stay in the same place
No difference except the noise
Can’t stand the quiet
To much time to think
I’ll hang on to the thread
Until someone cuts me lose
Help someone
I’m stuck by a thread
Cut me free
It’s so cold.
Written by
   Espresso manic
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