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Sep 2013
I can't hold on
I'm losing my grip
My fingers unravel from the edge I'm holding onto
When I fall it will be the last time
I can no longer see the reason I hold on.

I can't see why I try any more.

I hold on for the last time.
pookie
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pookie  In my mind
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