The tightest grip, I retain..
Is not physically.
It's mentally.
I am forced to hold on.
Because they're calling..
I don't want to go.
This descent would surely kill me..
I continue to look upwards.
There.
All around me, I see nothing.
But above me, there is the smallest image of everything.
Hope.
Love.
Luck.
Opportunity.
If I let go, I'll lose it all.
If I reach, I'll risk it all.
Panting..
I woke up.
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