A poem on giving up entitled "At The Verge of It"

Because at times we tried and failed, maybe, this time, we needed to add a little more effort, we had to count the stakes before we could actually put them at stake, all I wanted at that moment, was to sleep, and maybe never wake up, If it so happened that I wake up, I wanted to be in different world, where noone knew me and also where I didn't know anyone, I wanted to start something new, deep down, I wanted to start afresh. However, I knew that, I had come to the end of the road, If horses were wishes, I wasn't owning anything, I had to face it, either I was supposed to grab the bull by it's horns and risk the danger of being brought down or jhus give up and lie in it's misery. Deep down, I wanted to get up and beat the odds, but where was the motivation, I was losing it, all of it, and it was catching up with me, and I couldn't hold on much longer, I had to find the quickest and most probably, easiest, because even the hardest, I wasn't so sure about it, I wanted to let it all out, I wanted to let it go, and I was at the verge of it. 

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