She stands on her ticket to death.
Contemplating to jump or to live.
She tastes the tears of reality.
Her head starts to spin motered by foggy visions of her past.
Broken hearted, she steps forward.
The thought of such pain makes her woozy.
She steps back.
She stumbles.
She falls into the vast abyss.
She looks into the window of her past.
Memories flash like a polaroid.
Everything seems so faint.
Shes holding hands with fate then it laughs in her face.
She mudders a goodbye.
Sheds a tear.
dissapears into the vast abyss.
 
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