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You're hanging by a thread,
And slipping bit by bit,
This is killing you.
Survive, you say.
Your knot has come undone,
There's nowhere left to run,
There is nothing.
But here you still are.
Is there a chance?
Any hint of light?
No, only dark,
Yet you still fight.
You cannot stop to ask why.
And slipping bit by bit,
This is killing you.
Survive, you say.
Your knot has come undone,
There's nowhere left to run,
There is nothing.
But here you still are.
Is there a chance?
Any hint of light?
No, only dark,
Yet you still fight.
You cannot stop to ask why.
This would be my poem for FreePoetry's critiquing contest thing. 
It barely slips by at 56 words. xD;
*goes off to critique poetry*
It barely slips by at 56 words. xD;*goes off to critique poetry*
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good job, i love it