Precipice

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“…as I slowly lose grip of my fingers, as a man hanging over a precipice would do,I feel fate slapping me in the face and stepping on the bloody fingertips grasping the edges. There is a black hole caving underneath,a frightening and endless abyss. But it’s far less frightening than the numbness overpowering a  tired mind and a hollow,drenched spirit. And as I rest my weary eyes to sleep at the early hours of dawn, you know what I pray for…”

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