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//I smell...sand...and ocean water...birds flying like always. Sitting on this ledge, plaid black and red shirt black jeans and my brown hair flowing in my face taking a drag of my cigarette and watching the sun set. Throw out the cigarette and stand...Just one step...Put one foot in front then...I Jump...Finally.//

"NOOOOO!!"

//Ha your to late.//

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