i walk out onto the road, i can fel the cold, hard, wet ground under my feet..
i approach the yellow line, i stop in the center.
as i stand there waiting for a car to come its silent.
no noise except the sound of my breathing and the trickle of the creek in the nearby woods.
wait i hear something..... its coming from around the bend, its a car its going fast.
as it nears i step out a little farther in the road. was there long enough to take a deep breath.
then i was gone. everything was all over, all my pain, all the guilt, its over.
all of its finally done
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