I'm here. I sit on the edge of the skyscraper and look down. It's beautiful. I spot my house. I think if dad and Cher and I cry more. Now is the time to let it out. I think about Mum, I think about Rosa. No, not Rosa. I didn't even say goodbye. I have to say goodbye.
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Falling Down
PovídkyShort suicide story. If you are thinking of killing yourself don't do it. Someone always wants you to live.
