That’s it.
I was sick of all this.
I stood on the balcony,
In my life, left was no harmony.
I took off my slippers.
Looked down to the city that glitters.
Thought to jump.
And my heart couldn’t pump.
No, Should I wait?
Will he come back to my gate?
Should I wait for the things to change.
coz Imagining myself dead was so strange.
Whatever it was.
Enough of pain it has caused.
Thinking about the scenario after few minutes,
Flowing blood, my body full of cuts.
I was shaking,
But I cannot live for I cannot take it.
So I took in a deep breath.
It was time for my death.
so I stretched my arms.
Ready for the final harm.
Took the last step in air.
I know I’ll die but I don’t care.
Apparently, I was now falling,
Though it felt like I was flying.
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She, his willing victim.
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