The Fall

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“...take a swan dive off the roof” those were his words, the words of the 16 year old’s childhood best friend. The boy stood at the edge of the tall, tall building, staring down at the ground littered with trash and people, some with phones out and worried expressions, yelling at him, so so far below. He looked up as a singular crow passed over the all to happy sky. He felt his heart punching his ribcage, scared at being on the edge, his mind racing with thoughts of what if I fall and If I don’t move I could die although that was his current plan. He gave a soft chuckle at the irony, a singular tear rolling down his face and into the abyss below as he slowly closed his eyes and stepped off the ledge.

Sorry mom


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