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Darkness encircles my throat like a noose,
Dangling me dangerously close to the edge.
The dark raven circles, way over my head,
And an owl, in the tree nearby, lets out a shrill hoot.
Dark thunderheads gather within my sight,
Wings like broken glass tickle my skin.
The outside is a reflection of what I feel within,
And lightning dances across the sky.
The cold wind tickles my back,
Daring me to venture closer to the cliff,
To cast myself off, to end all of this.
Resilience to pain holds me steadfast.
Even when my blood runs cold,
Even when my wings are broken -
Even if not a word is spoken,
I see the light, the prize, the gold.
Angels, lift me out of this,
Please hear my passionate plea,
'Save me,' I weep with a mournful heart, 'Save me!
Don't let me fall into this dark abyss.'
I will remember, when hope seems gone,
That not everything is what it seems.
Not everything is but a dream -
Hope will rise, like a phoenix, at the next dawn.
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