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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.
This would be my poem for FreePoetry's critiquing contest thing. :) It barely slips by at 56 words. xD;

*goes off to critique poetry*
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SakerThePoet Featured By Owner May 1, 2011
good job, i love it
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NaraTaree Featured By Owner May 1, 2011  Professional Writer
Are you trying to count this as your critique? A critique (as per the contest) is fifty words and helping the person with the contest. This one does not count towards the contest.
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NaraTaree Featured By Owner Apr 30, 2011  Professional Writer
Good job, this is lovely. Thank you for being such an active participant. I hope to see more of your poems.
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