You hold on, waiting for your hands to lose their grip, then you lose your life. I wont let that that happen. I wont let you lose your grip. The railing is your enemy, not the world. I will show you the graveyard, the graveyard of your soul, and what it will turn into. The fog that settles over the carved marble stones, with names on them of everyone you know, including you. It's cold and dark, almost helpless. But I can help you, I can support you, I can cherish you, and I can keep you safe. I can keep you safe from all the problems in the world, i can keep you away from all the people that hurt you. The only thing I can't keep you from are the different things in your head. They talk to you, but I can't hear them. They don't hurt you, but Im worried they will. Just remember, If it weren't for me, you'd be dead.
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