It's slipping away from me. This grasp I can't seem to maintain. All to
quickly it has built up on me. The pressure continues to mount. It has me
in it's sight and racing toward me. My conscious self is fading fast. I
have no hope of regaining ground alone. I feel myself slipping away. On
the edge of no return. Forever I will be lost. I keep grasping for solid
ground all I get is straws. Coming up empty on courage. The pressure
mounts and I slip over the edge. Slipping away my soul seems to do. Yet I
live. My life is not over. I want to be on solid ground again. To feel
secure as I once did.
 
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