5.11.2015

Holding On



When you hold on to something for the fear you might fall. 
As if you never learned to walk. 
A line so thin, it's like a riddle. 
A wire of sadness and pressure, 
bent under a weight made only of air. 
One breath is all it took, 
as the wire shook, 
and fell. 

-FrailRouge 

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