Fall of Pain

Standing on some rocks, at the top of a cliff, next to a waterfall was a girl with long, dark silky hair that waved in the breeze.

The girl looked down at the water crashing into the rocks below. She was in a state of deep melancholy. She spreads her arms out, imagining the wind lifting her into the air like a bird.

She inched closer and closer to the edge. As she contemplated her life and all the crap that went along with it, her watery grave began to look like an increasingly better alternative.

She was finally at the edge. She dangled one foot over the edge, testily. She looked down, wondering if she should jump…..........

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