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Beating heart

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Wed, Mar 11, 2015
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Standing on the bridge i keep wondering: why i am here? What i am doing? The sound of the waves under me screams for me to join them, to join the rythm of the sea. But another voice is interfering keeping me from jumping. And i keep wondering: why not jump and fly before dive through the water and vanish From this world??? And thats when i finally feel alive, i finally felt my heart beating. So what do you think? I should jump or no?
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Save Me

I was drowning. I knew that. I also knew that the hands around my throat, pushing me deeper into the river water was the cause. What I didn't know was who was drowning me and why. It hurt thinking. It hurt to do anything right now. But I still screamed under the cold water and pushed the hands away as hard as I could. It didn't have much effect. I fought and fought, but I was getting weaker, and colder. The pain was overbearing. I couldn't breathe. It was the worst pain imaginable; and as the hands that were around my neck were forcibly ripped off by some unknown force, I slipped deeper into the depths of the river. My hair was straight above me along with my arms. My eyes were open and the water burned. A darkness started to pull me under, taking the pain away. I felt a small pressure around my waist, before the darkness completely consumed me. The last thing I remember is thinking, save me.

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