I stammer my breath,
Stuttering my last words,
As the tears are drawn from my eyes,
This existents was for no-ones health,
But I feel the pain of what is happening,
I feel the cold air against my face,
As if it were pushing me away from the ledge
But even I know nothing wants me here,
So I slowly release my muscles,
And fall forwards,
And I watch as the rocky ground flies up to me,
And I land….
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