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Sep 2013
And one night, she watched as her little cousin played with toy trains -- and she thought of this, and all the things she would miss, the regrets that would come after death if they could.

Her foot lands wobbly; shook before the last step. One tear fell, as she looked ahead, into blackness... And that tear was everything she ever loved, all the voices that told her to stop, all the reasons why she couldn't.

Then she fell, and was gone.
Mariel Ramirez
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Mariel Ramirez  18/F/Manila, Philippines
(18/F/Manila, Philippines)   
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