She stood at the edge
Over the looming city
Her back was turned
Her mind set on her own destruction
I watch from behind
As she whispers her final goodbye
She whispers I love you
And I whispered
"To moon and back"
And with that final goodbye
She jumped
And as she fell she whispered
"Angels can fly"
And soared to the moon.
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Dancing in my depression
RandomThese are all of the depressing thoughts that go through my head every day. I write all of these myself.