The breeze is cooling.
28/08. What a nice day.
My birthday or more like my parents' doomsday.
The rooftop is dirty. Foul.
But the wind is drifting through my hair.
The view from the top is breathtaking. It's so beautiful.
The zooming cars.
The strolling pedestrians.
The digital marketing.
It's so beautiful.
This makes it hard for me to leave.
I don't want to leave but I can't take this anymore.
Why?
Why am I born?
Why am I alive?
Why didn't I just die?
Why am I me?
I'm just a pathetic human.
A worthless being.
An ugly person.
A revolting monster.
And I should just die
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My left foot is dangling in the air.
I was never a fan of heights but this seem great. This height is great.
Ten.
I'm worthless.
Nine.
I'm pathetic.
Eight.
I am ugly.
Seven.
I am a monster.
Six.
I am revolting.
Five.
I am a fucked up.
Four.
I am useless.
Three.
Bye world.
Two.
Deep breaths.
One.
I took the fall.
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Courage
Short StoryI am alone in the abyss of darkness. I want to breath. I need to. I couldn't.
