An abyss.
That's where I am.
Forever falling.
I'd stop.. If only I can.
Darkness.
It's all around me.
If I could see the light.
That's my one last plea.
Perfection.
Is what drove me here.
Now fate has ripped and torn.
Everything I hold dear.
No reason to live.
I just keep falling down.
Maybe when I finally crash into the floor.
It wont make a sound.
It'd be more peaceful that way.
Without any blood stained tears.
But, oh, the only way I could be saved.
Would be if you were here.
You see, I'm meant to fall.
So why even wait?
I'll just jump right in.
Clearly despair is written in my fate.
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