;
i contemplated jumping as i looked over the sleeping city, adorned with a myriad of lights.
it seemed like the perfect way to exit this rugged, treacherous, yet sometimes painstakingly beautiful world.
for unlike my birth, when i entered the world's inviting light from the darkness of my mother's womb;
i would leave the darkness of this cruel world and dive instead towards death's peaceful light,
having spent my last moments with a breathtaking view and the knowledge that people too can fly -
even without wings,
if only for a few moments.
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Poetry; in which she dies a thousand deaths without flatlining. - all rights reserved.
