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Some times I feel like a man with two broken hands. Not only that, but I'm trying to hold on with those hands of mine.

Pain tells me to let go, but something else tells me to keeping holding on. I’ve managed to keep holding for this long, why should I let go now?

As the pain grows, my will weakens.

Some tell me to pull my self up.
Others stand and watch, just waiting for me to lose my grip.

I must admit I’m curious to see what’s in store for me if I do let go, however my grip remains to stay tight.

These broken hands seem to have reached their limit.
I look upwards hoping to hear words of encouragement, only to encounter ones devoid of hope.    “You’ll never make it”

    Screw it.
The last few words hit me with the same power as an avalanche.
I can’t hold on anymore.

I let Go.

From there I speed my way downwards to a fate of which I can’t foresee.

Falling and flailing, I don’t see the end of what awaits me, nor can I see the beginning. The people I saw above me have disappeared.
All that remains is sound.

In my flight I listen. No music plays. No crash is made. Not a Sound is heard except that of those words uttered before the release of my hold.

“Tis a shame” and “He’ll never make it” spiral around me as I continue to fall.

They fall as I fall.

What should I do? What Could I do?

All I can do is accept the fate given to me.
I try to collect myself, organize my thoughts, and prepare myself for what could be my last breath.

BUT NO.
Focus eludes me.
Those words, devoid of hope, continually hover around me, stinging like insects.
I try to fight them away, but it’s too late.
They’re inside my head.

Flailing erratically my decent becomes unstable.

No hope now.
My mind gives out.
        My body soon to follow.

Limp and lifeless I am now.
I no longer feel the stings
All I Do
Is
Fall
Darkness consumes all around me. No light is seen. No sound but those of the words humming about me.

I prepare for my last few breaths and I close my eyes.

-But Wait-

What’s this? Do you hear something?
Yes.
And Look,
In the distance, Light!
As if being suddenly awakened I spring to attention.
Thoughts begin to flood my mind.
My Heart starts racing.

The Light nears
I try to yell for help, but no voice escapes from my mouth.

However, I look up and gaze into the eyes of the most beautiful women I’ve ever seen. The Look in her eyes tells me that my cries of help are not needed.

She quickly seized my arm. And Life returned to me as rapidly as it left.

The warmth of her embrace erases any feelings of despair that were left in my body.
The angelic sound of her voice rids my mind of the words, which stung only moments before.

She took my hands and led me out of this black abyss.

I once felt like a man with too broken hands. But now my hands work better than ever, and with these hands
I will never let go of my angel

Description
Some times I feel like a man with two broken hands. Not only that, but I'm trying to hold on with those hands of mine.

Pain tells me to let go, but something else tells me to keeping holding on. I’ve managed to keep holding for this long, why should I let go now?

As the pain grows, my will weakens.

Some tell me to pull my self up.
Others stand and watch, just waiting for me to lose my grip.

I must admit I’m curious to see what’s in store for me if I do let go, however my grip remains to stay tight.

These broken hands seem to have reached their limit.
I look upwards hoping to hear words of encouragement, only to encounter ones devoid of hope.    “You’ll never make it”

    Screw it.
The last few words hit me with the same power as an avalanche.
I can’t hold on anymore.

I let Go.

From there I speed my way downwards to a fate of which I can’t foresee.

Falling and flailing, I don’t see the end of what awaits me, nor can I see the beginning. The people I saw above me have disappeared.
All that remains is sound.

In my flight I listen. No music plays. No crash is made. Not a Sound is heard except that of those words uttered before the release of my hold.

“Tis a shame” and “He’ll never make it” spiral around me as I continue to fall.

They fall as I fall.

What should I do? What Could I do?

All I can do is accept the fate given to me.
I try to collect myself, organize my thoughts, and prepare myself for what could be my last breath.

BUT NO.
Focus eludes me.
Those words, devoid of hope, continually hover around me, stinging like insects.
I try to fight them away, but it’s too late.
They’re inside my head.

Flailing erratically my decent becomes unstable.

No hope now.
My mind gives out.
        My body soon to follow.

Limp and lifeless I am now.
I no longer feel the stings
All I Do
Is
Fall
Darkness consumes all around me. No light is seen. No sound but those of the words humming about me.

I prepare for my last few breaths and I close my eyes.

-But Wait-

What’s this? Do you hear something?
Yes.
And Look,
In the distance, Light!
As if being suddenly awakened I spring to attention.
Thoughts begin to flood my mind.
My Heart starts racing.

The Light nears
I try to yell for help, but no voice escapes from my mouth.

However, I look up and gaze into the eyes of the most beautiful women I’ve ever seen. The Look in her eyes tells me that my cries of help are not needed.

She quickly seized my arm. And Life returned to me as rapidly as it left.

The warmth of her embrace erases any feelings of despair that were left in my body.
The angelic sound of her voice rids my mind of the words, which stung only moments before.

She took my hands and led me out of this black abyss.

I once felt like a man with too broken hands. But now my hands work better than ever, and with these hands
I will never let go of my angel