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Jun 2014
The pit is getting deeper
My grip is getting weaker
I refuse to fall
Fatigue calls
Not long
Can't be strong
Drop
Im losing hope in life I dont know how much longer I can hold on. This poem refers to how I might be reaching the end.
Jono Holme
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