Dangling By My Fingertips

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Hanging Onto The Edge.

Drowning in my silence.

Praying can't get me out of this.

Their whispers tear through my ears.

Sharp sounds slash through me.

Stuck on the bottom.

Too much bad blood between who I am and who I

used to be.

There might be a chance but I can't see the light with

all the darkness surrounding me,

Crushing my chest, taking me piece by piece.

Slashed heartache.

Too much intake.

Swallow the fear.

No one to take me out of here.

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Can you believe that it's almost going to be a new year in about 6 weeks?!!

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-Miss Yanxiet

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