All three of these pieces...Torn Edges...Dead Eyes....Count Your Money.......affected me quite viscerally as lines for characters in a deep and detailed script of a complex story or play relating to the human, moral dilemmas of our times....actually they are all quite archetypal for people caught at any time in the dark streams of existential angst and meaning.....Strive on Dear...
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P.S.....I think you meant..'just hold my hand...'

Very dark poem but good flow and somewhat rhythym. I enjoyed though and had some goosebumps up my spine. keep it up.
5/5