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Dec 2014
do it, do it, do it, do it
she chanted to herself
as she looked down from the high cliff
her eyes focusing on the loud waves of the dark blue sea.

she took little steps
and got closer to the edge of the cliff,
her death.

she wouldn't admit it,
but she was scared.

she took in the view before her,
her blue eyes shining with joy for the last time,
as she lifted her arms and spread them.

the light breeze tickled her skin,
and blew her black hair from her face
and she took one last breath,
taking the final step off that cliff.

and for the first time,
she felt *free
.
easy floating in the air,
flying.

soon enough,
her flying body
would be greeted with rocks that
will break her bones to pieces,
and she'll stay broken,
just how she wanted to.
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