Leap of Faith
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Last published Mon, Oct 8, 2018
He stood at the edge of the tall, broken bridge. His body a half-way tilt away from disappearing into the great chasm that lay beneath. Air shattering gasps rocking his body, he prayed.
"I don't want to die."
"I don't want to die."
"I don't want to die."
"I don't want to die."
"Idontwannadie."
The words muddled, growing blurry in his restless mind.
"God, I don't want to die."
With one final sober intake of air, he took the final step.
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