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Aug 2015
Standing on the ledge precariously,
Simply not giving a ****.

Things can only go downhill from here, right?

Right?

But no,

Still I paced, and I paced, and I paced.
Is it really worth it?

The trees looked up and seemed to extend their arms to me.

And suddenly I was falling.

Falling freely.

Free.

Finally.
Zoe Robles
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