Bye

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Heaven and hell is one
There is no difference
After I leave
What will change
Will people remember me
Will people stop and mourn for me
Will people even notice my death
Or
Did they ever know a girl like me was ever once alive, living, just as they are right now
No
There is no difference
Living and dying is one

As I am sitting here
Writing my last words
I see my fate
Fated with death
That rooftop there
Definitely would allow me to face my fate
Why not
Its easy
Just walk off that ledge
Nothing significant would change anyway
What was the point of dragging this anymore
There wasn't one
So
As I pen this down
See me at the next moment
Right down there
That area
Right below the rooftop
Where I would find true happiness
Peace
Wasn't that what i always wanted
I should go now
I bid goodbye to you world

I love you
Who are you
You
The one reading this now
Why
You are taking time to read about my life
Although you do not know me
I am grateful
That my words
Are actually being seen by a human's eye
Why
Why couldn't my presence be like this too
Why was i ignored
Like glass
They saw through me
They walked through me
Why couldn't they look at me
With their eyes
Just one look
I think I would be contented
So
I love you
Although there isn't eye contact
See my words
Read it
Don't be like this
Like me

Live life
There is much more than you know now
Unfortunately not for me
I want to end it now
I don't want to see that much more
See you next time
Goodbye my world

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"Mr Lee, may I use the washroom?"

Without looking the teacher just nodded.

She got up from her seat,

with that paper clutched in her hand

She made her way to the rooftop

"Goodbye,

Please let me live next time i come back again"


Still holding that paper,







She took one step on the ledge








And then




She felt the cold air brushing against her

As she watched the floor coming closer to her

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There she lay
There her body lay
Within a pool of blood

The floor
Stained by the red substance

Was never cleaned
Her memorial site

Was that ground
That area
Just below the rooftop

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