Status: One shot. This is it.
Hanging On by a Thread
It's funny how much faith we can put into such small, insignificant things.
When all other hope has been torn away, we find ourselves dangling over the mouth of the gaping chasm of despair- gripping to the tiny strands of whatever hope remains.
In the end, those minuscule strands are all that remains.
All that keeps us from breaking.
When all other hope has been torn away, we find ourselves dangling over the mouth of the gaping chasm of despair- gripping to the tiny strands of whatever hope remains.
In the end, those minuscule strands are all that remains.
All that keeps us from breaking.