"A singular hand holds on for dear life. The digits struggling to lift this unbearable weight. Surely there is hope, surely I can make it. But gravity is too strong a force, I can hardly take it. The edge is slippery like a frozen over pond. Quiet the dilemma, I try to feel strong. If I manage to make it, I may just slip back. My fingers bleed, they begin to crack. Down I go, plunging further than ever before." - Helpless, Unknown Author