A few days have passed since the last Desperate thoughts followed my Downward spiraling, as I dove Into the icy water that promised to Choke out all thought and breath. To free me finally in quietus, as I sunk once again into the dangers Of my own twisted, tormented Nonsensical reasoning, or lack thereof....
Rising up to gasp once again, Ever more welcoming the numbing of Senses, I saw Hope walking along The edge of my River of Despair. Rescue was proffered, And I thrust a cold, stiff hand toward him. No hesitation, no rebuff, Hope Extended an olive branch to Deliver me from death.... again.
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