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Dec 2017
I ran to the lift and clicked the 13th floor,
The highest floor the lift can ever take me to.
I looked at the sunrise and realized the things I am thankful for;
But then my brain took control over my mind and things got worse.
I climbed up the railing and stood on it facing the east.
A little left and I would fall from the terrace and be dead.
A little right and I would fall back to the terrace floor and break my head.
A little right and a little right and I would stay balanced.
I kept balancing myself until the brain stopped controlling me
I decided to go back home quietly and not narrate the incident that had happened.
Written by
Rachana  13/F
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