Is there multiple choice??
The task of living is when your birthday come up you be a new number
Answer:
Cliffs
Vast, deep, and wide
Cracking and crumbling under the weight of us
Trembling like a broken promise
Eroding as pebbles and dust rain below
It isn't long till I'm clawing at the rocks
Blood streams from cuts like regrettable words in an argument
I see fear
Not my fear; but yours
Fear of death
Not my death; but yours
You back away from the Cliff
To get help
Not help for me; but help for yourself
Cause you and I know both know that while one of us will physically die, the other will mentally erode
Erode until there is nothing but fragments of guilt and betrayal
There is no option but for me to let go and look up
While I fall and things look bad
The sunset has never looked so beautiful
Explanation:
wow
