

HangLife is a balance between holding on and letting go But my hands are slipping off that bar To which I desperately cling Is it my destiny to have a life that sucks? Every time a new problem comes about Another brick is added to my feet, pulling me down Farther and farther Can I hang on long enough that soon my problems will be so numerous That I can stand on them Or will I soon plummet into the dark abyss? My hands are getting slick with fear I feel my fingers One By OneHang
Start to pop off that cold metal bar Shortly only my right hand index is the o
by ~tyt2000
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