A tight breeze went through me
as my hair flows in the wind.
Standing out at the top of a building
with my spreaded arms
and my eyes closed.
A thousand of painful memories
were flowing inside of me.
Pain, toleration, and Despair
all of those are remained inside.
No matter how long I scream,
the noise will never sounds.
My voice never rang.
My eyes opened the moment
when a bright light shone upon me.
A tear rolled down my cheek.
I took a step,
before I realized it,
my body was lifeless.
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