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Sep 2019
The rope I’m hanging onto is breaking.
With every setback comes a cut,
A cut on the rope.

It snapped a while back.
I took the pieces and made a makeshift rope,
That snapped too.

I’m falling now,
I’m okay,
I’m okay.

Maybe tomorrow.
I might just hit the floor
I'm sorry
Written by
Hunter  19/M
(19/M)   
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