I used the last flare to keep myself warm, knowing no one would see.
Four months at the cliff's edge, coordinates unknown, and rescue seems bleak.
It's sink or swim, a running start but I seem to stall.
If I feel like nothing, eventually I will feel nothing at all.
I don't see how to fight this when it's easier to fall.
A brief moment of weightlessness before nothing at all.

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