The pond

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I'm sitting by the pond . *sigh*
I look at the frozen water. I could be free from this place. I could just leave. But I can't hurt him. All these thoughts run through my mind as tears stream down my face. "Mark." I whisper. I look down any his sweatshirt, I'm so sorry. I stand up and grab a rock from the side of the pond. I slowly walk to the middle of the pond and drop the rock.

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