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You know that I can’t

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during recess, he simply strode to the common stairwell, railings and steps all well-worn with use. he headed up, to the roof. he opened the door. the sky was once again a vibrant shade of cerulean turquoise and small puffy cotton clouds dotted the blue canvas. he looked around and marveled at the beauty. had he ever noticed this? maybe not, because he had other things to worry about. he glanced down at his bruised and purpled hand, and that moment of euphoria instantly fizzled out. fixating his doe eyes on the railing that separated life and death, he ran towards the barrier.

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