Should she jump? Should she?
"I don't know"
She looked down.
The bustling city was everlasting.
Should she jump? Would they forgive her?
"I don't know"
She looked up.
The sky was so beautiful, she almost started to cry.
Should she jump? Would giving up the stars be worth the pain?
"I don't know"
She looked straight ahead.
"Should I jump? Should I?"
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Puisi"Was not writing poetry a secret transaction, a voice answering a voice?" - Virginia Woolf
