It struggles for freedom.
It shakes in its soul.
It sits impatiently on the closest edge,
Preparing itself for the jump that will end its short life.
Built up inside for too long, its now ready to splash into its new
surroundings,
May it be heaven, may it be hell.

I blink hard as a single tears falls to the awaiting ground below.
The quietest suicide takes place once again… unnoticed


 
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