I stare down from the ledge
My shoe on the edge
My fists unclench
I lean forward
A moment between then
Before the descent
When instantly…
I regretted it
Too late.
Now down I fall
Towards the unforgiving bottom
Wind tugging at my clothes
Home pulling on my heart
A quick descent
Plunging faster
Heating up
Counting the last beats of my heart
My stomach sickens
Does many flips
The ground nears
Then I was finished falling
I was finished living
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