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Nov 2013
You stand atop of a high building
You look down
As you glance at the ground
You start to think what your feeling

Do you think I should jump
End this life now
If not here then when and how

You think about how the choices were weighed
And now you must lay in the grave that you made

You take a leap
Fall all the way down
Till you land in a heap
On the ground
Natasha Smith
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Natasha Smith  Maine
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