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End of my rope

Sitting in the dark

I’m at the end of my rope

my matchbook has all but burned out

I don’t know how long I can hold on

but I’m sure the fall will kill me

its only a matter of time before my grip gives way

and I fall into the abyss below

will I fall for eternity

or will I meet the ground

I’m hallucinating I see demons all around

ghosts of drunken mistakes

as I ponder the past

my last match goes out

my hands go numb

I let go.
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