Jenna I am on the edge of a sandy cliff, hanging on by the tips of my fingers. I am alone.

I try to take a stronger hold, but the earth crumbles in my hand. Sand spills into my eyes and rocks bash my skull.

I use one hand to wipe my face, using my other to completely support myself.

I feel my grip slipping, and it seems like the easiest thing to do would be to simply let go.

To give up.

There seems to be no end in sight.

I feel like by holding on, I am only prolonging my suffering.

I want to free-fall into nothingness. Embrace chaos.

Just let go and let whatever happens, happen.

Why am I so tired?

what's it to you?
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