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Dangling RepriseI gave up
I just couldn't wait
It was you, it was me
It was fate
You left me there too long. I wanted to wait, but I lost all will. You were holding me back. You were holding me there. With my feet hanging over air. I grew weak.
You didn't put an effort
You didn't even try
You never saved me
I'm saying good bye
I grabbed hold of the ledge before me. The rocks hurt my hands, but I climbed down. It was slow, and hard. But I just kept going. As I looked up, soon you were merely a dot. But there was a still a ways to go.
Did you care that I left?
Did you even notice?
Did you watch my climb down
Into the abyss?
The ground is in sight. Only yards away. I can't even see you anymore. I know it now. You can't tell I'm so far down. By myself. It's cold down here. It's dark down here. But... it's less cold, and less dark when you find your own way down.
The ground is only feet away
But I still grip the rock wall
I hear something hit the ground
I look down
It's the rope
Only feet away
DanglingA high steep ledge
And my body dangles over the edge
I hold myself there with a weak rope
Youre my only hope
Youve left me dangling here for so long. I cant stay here forever. But youre afraid. You might pull me up, and we could both be safe. But maybe youll lose balance and fall. Maybe you wont be able to save me. And Ill bring you down with me.
Youre afraid, I understand
But just give me your hand
Youre the only one that can help me
So pull me to safety
You know if you can pull me up or not. You know what you want to do. But I dont. Waiting is horrible. If you want to drop me, drop me now. The longer you wait, the harder the ground below me gets.
Is your smile only fake?
Will you leave me in your wake?
You seem withdrawn
Please dont lead me on
I want to let go. I want to end the suspense, and give up. But my hands are glued to the rope. I hold on for dear life. The small chance that you might save me wont let me
The BeginningHe told them, of course. He told those idiots everything, the whole damn story, including the blunder he'd made, and its consequences. Looking back on it later, he realized he had probably been in shock the whole time. It made sense, anyone would have been.
Soph was about twenty years old, and he'd been that way for a couple of years already, ever since the Hoarde had started attacking humanity from the past. Every day that passed, they ate at another day in the past. It sickened him. Those creatures had absolutely no regard for proper time and causality protocols.
It didn't seem to affect anyone else that way, though.
The Hoarde was the result of a human creation, of course, like everything bad in the world, though no one else knew about them. Then again, no one else had undiluted access to the power of creation. Even he didn't know much about the Hoarde, only that they appeared through some tear in The Fabric of The World and started killing people off. They appeared at some point in
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