Fly

Death. That's what she thought about. Twenty four hours a day, seven days a week.The thought of it kept her awake at night. It ran through her mind and crawled through her veins until she couldn't think of anything else. It talked to her, it reached her like no other voice could, it whispered to her late at night telling her the only way to stop the pain was to grab the knife, the pills, and climb to the tallest building, and fly

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