������������� If my life depended on it, they would let me go. The most valuable has turned their back on me. I am hanging on the rope. My arms are getting tired. There is no ground below me. I watch them walk away as my tears drop down from my toes. I didn’t choose to be here. I didn’t want to die. I wanted to balance all of our feelings. I wanted to understand them all. It was not acceptable. I was thrown away. Left suffering and hanging over a deadly fire. It is time to let go. My end is their beginning.
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