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Grasping the edge of the ledge,

Feeling the chasm beckoning below,

An ebony unabating darkness 

Pulling at my ankles is if magnetic,

My Sinews stretched 

My muscles taught and screaming,

It would be easier no just to let go

But I hang on in there 

Hang onto life,

I will not go down without a fight.

Because as I look hard I can still glimpse, 

The miniscule shard of light,

That gives me hope ,

And inspires my fight.