The cliff
One by one,
I watch my friends let go of the cliff,
I stand by watching it happen over and over,
one by one,
my fingers loosen with each friend gone,
hold on! I tell them but i always come to late,
well maybe just maybe,
once I'll be early,
I'll drop my fingers early,
to save my self from watching my friends go,
I'll fall early to end my life,
And never again feel that strife,
of who will go and when I will slowly loose my grasp on the cliff of life
radioactiveluna34 Community Member 
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