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She lands on the ledge, left leg up high behind her, toes pointed in a final spin. All the city lights blurring as tears fill her eyes.
She blinked.
Stars.
Thousands of stars.
Her hair flew up into her vision, tears pulled from her face. Her emotions buzzed though her, all at once.
Screams.
Hands.
Someone calling her name before the deafening crunch.
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~ HUMAN INTROSPECTION ~
Poetry~*~*~*~ ~*~*~*~ A collection of poetry and philosophical questions made to question the relations and views we have of ourselves and others. I encourage readers to explore themselves and allow their thoughts to run unfiltered while reading. I hope...
