Her eyes stared in the distant night sky.
She could see the tress swaying in the wind
As she started to walk.
Down the grassy pathway,
Her feet taking her to somewhere unknown.
She just wanted an escape.
An escape from reality.
And what better way than to escape to the forest.
Her feet guided her to the cliff.
The escape.
The rushing water down below.
From afar she saw the tree,
The tree she used to climb.
Now thinking about what could have been,
She jumps taking her last breath
She remembers one last thing;
The trees swaying in the wind.
Dec 17, 2017
Dec 17, 2017 at 9:31 AM UTC
Her eyes stared in the distant night sky.
She could see the tress swaying in the wind
As she started to walk.
Down the grassy pathway,
Her feet taking her to somewhere unknown.
She just wanted an escape.
An escape from reality.
And what better way than to escape to the forest.
Her feet guided her to the cliff.
The escape.
The rushing water down below.
From afar she saw the tree,
The tree she used to climb.
Now thinking about what could have been,
She jumps taking her last breath
She remembers one last thing;
The trees swaying in the wind.
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