The Cliff

I’m standing on the edge of a vast cliff. A cliff that if I go over I’ll never return from. Every hardship, every unexpected surprise pushes me closer. Closer to a fall into the dark depths bellow. There is really one thing keeping me from going over. You.

You’re the one thing that keeps me from going over. My one tie to safety. You’re the tree that I’m tie to that holds me from the edge. You with your deep, strong roots keep me where I am. You stop me from plummeting into the depths of despair. From hitting the hard ground of emptiness.

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