You are the knife, cutting the noose holding me against my will.
You are the hand, reaching out to pull me above the drowning waves.
You are the rope, wrapping about me to save me from falling.
You are the reminder that I'm going to be okay.
I'm not alone in this.
I still have fight in my bones.
I still have hope pumping my heart.
I still have faith filling my lungs.
I still have you.
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Xx sorry for not updating!!! Things going on, and yeah :/ But I'm back
-Nadia