[ Where is she now. It's like trying to describe the blue of the sky to someone who's never known colors, the rush of running to someone who's never walked. Finding the words is hard enough, but the emotion behind them is even more difficult. But she tries, because it's all she can. ]
I'm halfway down, clinging to the side of sharp rocks while the wind tries to rip me away.
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I'm halfway down, clinging to the side of sharp rocks while the wind tries to rip me away.