Clinging On
i was slipping fast
everything was going down
i wanted to go
but i had to stick around
almost had it licked
but did not quite make it
i slipped
but clung on for dear life
like you always do
when you are not expecting the best
i clung on so hard
my fingers bled
and i became dizzy in the head
i had to remember what had been said
to pull myself up
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James Garratt – Thursday 26th October 1995
Clinging On – Written Thursday 26th October 1995 (Aged 20)
