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Feb 2018
High rooftop, 20 feet above the ground,  
Shaking body, Scarred wrist, Fake smile.

Bright lights, Loud sirens, Voices trying to calm her down,
Tears streaming down her face, An empty bottle of alcohol
with an empty feeling in her gut.

Demons yelling in head telling her to jump,
As she Stands on the edge of the ledge,
Air blowing through her hair.

One foot off the ledge,
She couldn't take it anymore,
She leans fother as she whispers
"I'm sorry"
はい
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はい  19/F
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   Druzzayne Rika
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