I remembered when I wanted to end it all.
I remembered standing on the edge of the bridge.
I remembered a police man trying to stop me by communicating.
I remembered ranting my whole life story. Yelling at him with tears running down my face.
I remembered him not understanding a word I just said. He was in a lost of his own.
I remembered turning around and letting gravity embrace me.
I remembered the wind brushing against my skin and the water breaking my bones.
I remembered that moment was a dream.
And I remembered that dream was my past life.
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